Lost Fate (Shifter Zion: Prequel Book 1) by Alana Ash

Author:Alana Ash [Ash, Alana]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Gosser Publishing
Published: 2021-08-24T05:00:00+00:00

The sight outside the hospital was a burnt sampler platter compared to the new horrors whizzing by. A buffet of continuous charred cities and small towns cut a jagged line across the horizon. It looked exactly how I imagined a horizon during nuclear fallout.

My forehead pressed against the cool glass window of the sedan. I didn’t know how long it had been since we’d started on our journey. For hours, the uneven road, along with how often Grandpa veered around debris, caused bile to rise from the pit of my stomach, burning the back of my throat. I wished I could puke to feel some relief, but I never did. Still, I couldn’t shut my eyes and lie back in my seat. They were glued to the outside world whizzing by. My eyes dropped from the silvery sky to the bleak scenery.

As we passed a town, blackened buildings loomed under bright, white smokey skies and a blaring sun. Outlines of blasted human and animal forms blackened a concrete wall of a parking garage. People survived this? We passed houses completely flattened to the ground, as if strong winds or a tornado took them out. I caught a glimpse of some old mom and pop shop. The glass blown out of the windows while the brick had been kissed by fire and smoke before it.

Nature had not been spared either. Blasted trees lay on their sides, roots burned and facing the sky. Others bent away from the blasted trees, pushed by fire and a mysterious power.

Fire had touched everything. Some more than others. The creatures it destroyed remained in the same manner as the trees. Some looked like they chose to sleep on the ground, while others were so burnt the species were indistinguishable. Nevertheless, I desired to bury them all, give them an eternal resting place that wasn’t exposed to the harsh sun and the bugs that I couldn’t believe survived.

As we drove to the edge of town, a cat scurried out onto the road, faltering on three legs. Its frail and short tail bobbed as it limped into an alley. I groaned and finally squeezed my eyes shut. It took everything within me to force myself not to rush out of the car to catch it, feed it, and name it something tacky like Zazzles. Regardless of its missing limb it looked zazzy.

“Another overpass,” Grandpa said with a yawn, pulling me out of my thoughts. He side-eyed the open map in my lap.

I marked the landmark off with a blue pen I found under the seat. Somehow, even though it was the apocalypse, one of those free 1-800 pens survived. I doubted the company for junk removal was able to take calls at the moment.

After finding a partially burned road sign, we were able to figure out we somehow managed to make it to I-86. We needed to stay on this highway the whole way but had to keep track of it by putting the pieces together of overpasses and junctions.

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