Overboard_Deconstruction Book Four_A Post-Apocalyptic Thriller by Rashad Freeman

Author:Rashad Freeman [Freeman, Rashad]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-01-22T07:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 10

THE BEGINNING OF THE END

“You sure it said that?” Chase asked as he helped pull McKinsey over a rock.

“Yeah I’m sure. Now hurry up.”

I jumped down into the mangroves and starting wading through the murky water. Chase and McKinsey followed me, and Hanson wasn’t far behind. Everyone else was back on the beach, it wasn’t a good time to leave Sherry or Reggie alone.

“Trevor!” I yelled as we got closer.

I’d left him back near the boat while I went to get the others. We needed help carrying supplies back and neither of us had a clue how to work the radio.

“Still here,” Trevor called back to me.

“So, where’s this boat?” Chase asked with a mouthful of skepticism.

“Follow me,” Trevor said and started toward the estuary.

“Is it still going off?” I asked.

“Yeah, same message. It’s creepy.”

“What do you think it means?” McKinsey asked lowly.

“I don’t know.”

We crossed over the mangroves and into the water. McKinsey gasped as the boat came into view. The radio was still popping with static as the man’s drone of doom crackled repeatedly.

“Wow,” Hanson grumbled. “Did you try to use it at all.”

“No genius. We don’t know how,” Trevor snapped. “Isn’t that why you guys are here?”

Hanson cut his eyes and made his way toward the open cockpit. The man’s voice started the message again and I felt a chill run up my back. I was scared and part of me hoped Hanson couldn’t work the radio, I wasn’t sure I wanted to know what was going on.

Chase slowly followed behind Hanson. He stopped short of the boat and leaned against the trunk of one of the trees. The branch bent under his weight as a school of small fish zipped around in the water below.

“I don’t like this man,” he said. “That message sounds creepy as shit.”

“I’m scared,” McKinsey added.

Shrugging, I replied with little conviction. “I’m sure it’s okay.”

Chase straightened up and turned to face me. He had a nervous look in his eyes and I could see his leg twitching in the water. “But what if it’s not?” he stammered. “Maybe there’s a reason we haven’t seen a ship or a plane or anything. Maybe something happened.”

“Can you guys shut up already?” Hanson barked.

He was in the cockpit of the boat fidgeting with the radio. He turned the dial back and forth before groaning and slumping back into the seat bolster.

“Knob is busted,” he said in exhaustion. “I need to change the channel if we’re gonna talk with this Mark guy.”

“Can’t we take the knob off?” Chase asked.

“With what?”

“I don’t know. Pull it with your hands.”

“Dude…you can pull it with your ape hands. I can’t pull this damn thing off.”

Chase shook his head then splashed through the water and clambered into the boat. Hanson slid over as Chase reached for the control panel.

“Not that one!” Hanson snapped. “That’s the volume. It’s this one.”

Chase grumbled and gave him a sideways look. With a huff, he knelt and grabbed the tiny, black knob between his pudgy fingers.

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