PULSE by L.R.Burkard

Author:L.R.Burkard
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Christian fiction, Dystopian, Christian Suspense, YA, Christian YA, Christian Fantasy, Futuristic, Sci Fi, Christian Sci Fi, L.R.Burkard, EMP fiction, Disaster Fiction, Christian Apocalyptic
Publisher: L.R.Burkard
Published: 2015-08-25T00:00:00+00:00

It just occurred to me that a lot of people seem to be missing.

"Where is everyone?" I asked Elizabeth, when she came over.

She looked at me with big eyes. "Don't go near the restroom. It's super gross. People are sick. My mom said it could be food poisoning."

Even Richard admitted that listeriosis doesn't show up right away, so if they're sick it must be from something else they ate. Maybe the potato salad. Richard wouldn't let me have any of that, either.

EVENING

Now I know we've sunken into chaos! The world, I mean. Richard came back from Wal-Mart with a nicked arm—from a bullet! And Mr. Wendell—a father and family man from our building—might die! He took a shot directly to the chest.

When they went around to the back entrance of Wal-Mart like yesterday, there were other people already there, and they didn't want to let our guys in. They had mostly knives and bats, but one man had a gun. He even boasted that he'd just taken it, along with ammunition, from the store.

The two groups argued and things escalated. Finally that man used his gun and that's when Richard's arm got nicked, and Mr. Wendell got shot.

It horrifies me that Richard could have been the one to take that shot. He thinks the guy was aiming at him, but missed. I actually started feeling faint when Mom was applying a bandage to his arm. The thought that we could have lost him—! He said, "It's okay, sis, I just got grazed a little. No big deal."

But it is a big deal. Mrs. Wendell is sobbing in the next room. Then I heard shouting. Angry voices. Had Mr. Wendell died? I hoped not.

Elizabeth came by and explained. Mrs. Wendell and her daughter had asked if someone would find a doctor. They wanted to stay with Mr. Wendell while someone else got help. But not one person volunteered. Then, after the shouting, someone did. "Mr. Powell," she said. I nodded. He would do that.

Suddenly Elizabeth started hugging me—I guess her mother isn't very affectionate. I felt awkward, but nobody seemed to pay us any attention, and her body was shaking. I hugged her back.

My mom took the baby and went to a corner of the room. I can't see her from where I am but I know where she is; she's gone there before. I guess it's her way to try and be "alone" in this place. She had tears on her face again and I know she's thinking of Dad and how she could have lost Richard, too.

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