Rescuing Liberty by Amanda Washington

Author:Amanda Washington
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: dystopian romance, faith and character driven, postapocalyptic america, dystopian adventure, hope for the world, dystopian fiction, (¯`'•.¸//(*_*)\\¸.•'´¯), survival against all odds
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

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Connor could hear Ashley sobbing. “Uncle Connor, please wake up,” she begged. Her tears spattered against his face, and she tugged on his shirt.

“Ash. There you are.” Still shaken from the dream, his arms wrapped around her. Then he realized she’d spoken to him. He squeezed her tight, not wanting the moment to end, dreading the inevitable return of her silent treatment. If this was a dream, he didn’t want it to ever end.

“Uncle Connor, where is Libby?” Ashley asked slowly, emphasizing each word.

Where is Libby? Connor closed his eyes and remembered Liberty’s very large, very frightened eyes pleading with him to rescue her from the gun Mark Fletcher held to her head. He opened his eyes and searched the room, hoping to find something that would prove his memories wrong. Mark Fletcher? Couldn’t be. His head ached, preventing him from focusing. He reached up and gingerly explored the large lump forming on the top of his head.

It was real. As his brain struggled to shove together pieces of the puzzle, there were two things he was absolutely positive of: Mark Fletcher had Liberty and Connor had to get her back.

He massaged his temples for a moment, and then struggled to his feet. The throbbing in his head climaxed, becoming an obnoxious base line that blackened his vision. Gritting his teeth he stood against the pain. “She’s gone. He took her.” And he will die for it.

“Took her?” Ashley grabbed Connor’s arm and attempted to steady him. “Who? Where? You’re not making sense.”

“A … lunatic. He had a gun … took her.” He pieced the facts together while heading toward the bed. Reaching between the mattresses, he pulled out the Glock and its extra clip.

Ashley’s slumped down on the bed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about! What lunatic? And where did he take her? And—”

“I don’t know!” Connor snapped. “I just know I have to find her. And I don’t have much time, so I need you to just hush for a minute and let me think.”

Ashley hurried to Liberty’s pack and unzipped it. “I’m coming with you.”

“You’re what? No. I don’t have time for this.” Connor sat on the bed and pulled his wet sneakers back on.

“I want to help. I’m coming.” She rummaged through the pack and pulled out Liberty’s gun and knife.

Connor felt his jaw drop. “No you’re not. And put those down before you kill yourself!”

“So, what?” She glared at him. “I’m just supposed to wait here and hope you both come back? And what if he comes for me while you’re gone?”

“That’s not—”

“I’m not going to just sit here and wait for you two to die!” Tears formed in her eyes.

Connor looked around the room, desperate for help. If he could find some sturdy rope he could solve this problem. At least temporarily.

Ashley seemed to read his mind. “You don’t have time to tie me up. We need to help Liberty.” She wiped her eyes and sniffled.

“Okay fine.” He glanced at the weapons in her hands.

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