Havoc 01 - Running Wild by SE Jakes

Havoc 01 - Running Wild by SE Jakes

Author:SE Jakes [Jakes, SE]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2014-06-27T04:00:00+00:00


The nightmare always started out the same. I was in the car—the ’88 Porsche 959—and Billy was next to me. We were going at least ninety, because forcing a car like that to go slower was a goddamned crime. There was some disco crap playing on the radio—Billy loved it and claimed it was from the eighties, so I let that slide.

He pointed to a turnoff, and I followed his direction. When I made the left, past and present melded and there was no more road. Just desert. Miles and miles of sand everywhere, and I looked at Billy, but he was singing along to the radio, not caring.

The car wasn’t handling well. I shifted and tried to get her moving, but the sand was trapping the wheels, clogging the engine. Billy refused to close his window and I tasted the sand. It made my eyes gritty.

“Billy, we’ve got to get the fuck out of here,” I told him. “We’ve been here before. It’s not good.”

“Rush, relax.” He put a hand on my shoulder. “You can turn around if you want, but I don’t think you can go back. You’re not supposed to go backwards.”

I was going to try. Dammit, I was going to try my best. Four months in this godforsaken desert and I’d learned more than I’d ever wanted to know about death and dying. Every day was a new explosion, a new lesson in firearms and hidden mines and roadside bombs.

I put the car in reverse, but it went nowhere. I turned, a wide arc, and realized that the desert behind us had disappeared. Everything had disappeared.

I got out then, tried to stare at the horizon, but the darkness was falling fast.

I heard the shots crack in the darkness. Two of them, sharp and sure, and I yelled at Billy to get down. Until I realized he’d run right in front of me, and the shots had gone straight through him.

He turned around and shrugged. “Can’t go back, Rush. Keep moving forward.”

I reached for him, but he disappeared. He was gone and in his place was the porn studio, where I’d sucked a dick for money, because I’d been given no other choice. I was on my knees and there was no sand, no Iraq.

No Billy.



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