Into the Dealands: A Zombie Apocalypse Novel (Books of the Dead Book 4) by R.J. Spears

Author:R.J. Spears [Spears, R.J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-02-17T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 16

Shared Vision

I woke up feeling rested, and something about that seemed so very, very wrong. I hadn’t had a good night’s rest in months. Maybe in over a year.

It seemed incongruous that a full night’s sleep would suddenly set someone’s alarm bells off, but I shot awake and sat bolt upright in the bed, my heart slamming in my chest. The room was almost completely dark, and the air was cool but a little stale and dry. Thoughts flooded through my mind.

This was the calm before the storm. This wasn’t a place of rest, it was a jail cell, and I would never get out of it alive. And where was Kara? They had already taken her, and I had slept through the whole thing. What about Naveen, Jason, and Brother Ed? Where were they? Of all of my screw-ups, this one topped them all. I had literally fallen asleep on the job, and they were all paying the price.

My eyes adjusted to the darkness and I could see a narrow slit of light coming from under my door, giving just a dimmest of illumination. The room was appointed in a minimalistic way with the sturdy, but nonsense metal bed frame with a stiff mattress, a small night stand, and a metal folding chair. A light sat on the nightstand, but I didn’t want to announce that I was awake, so I left it off. The walls were made of coarse rippled metal with hard edges, painted a dark color that looked maroon in the dim light.

I slid my feet out of bed, and my boots hit the ground before I noticed that I had slept in them. Exhaustion can do that to you.

I checked my body and the floor around me to see if I had anything to use as a weapon, but there was nothing. The nightstand could be used as a bludgeoning tool, but that was a reach. I slipped my fingers into the inside of my boot and felt that small compartment I had crafted out of duct tape where I secreted away the satellite phone I had taken from the old farm house. The thing was off to conserve battery power and to keep Kilgore and his gang of soldier thugs from tracking us.

I considered sending a text back to Aaron and the others to tell them my predicament, but I wanted to find out just how bad things were. Plus, I had no idea where we were. I also imagined that they had problems of their own.

The sound of muffled voices filtered under my door, but I couldn’t make them out. I listened intently for nearly a minute, but I couldn’t hear any distinct words, just murmurs. The voices sounded feminine for some reason. I rose from the bed as quietly as I could and stepped over to the door stealthily. The door handle was one of the types that was long and thin, made out of metal, and was cool to the touch.

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