Resurgence: Green Fields book 5 by Adrienne Lecter

Author:Adrienne Lecter [Lecter, Adrienne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: dystopia, zombie apocalypse
Publisher: Adrienne Lecter
Published: 2016-06-26T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 19

The next day dawned bright and early, at least for me, seeing as I couldn’t fall asleep after my watch was over and I told Martinez and Clark to get the rest that my mind wouldn’t let me have. Nate wasn’t particularly thrilled when he found out that I’d pulled an all-nighter, but he spared me the embarrassment of treating me like a child in front of everyone else. It made more sense for me to nap during the day when it was too bright for me to safely drive, anyway. Not that he was ecstatic about that, either, but again, not even a grumbled remark made it my way. Under different circumstances I might have been tempted to see just how far I could push him before he snapped, but antagonizing him was about as inviting as the food he forced me to eat for lunch. And dinner. And breakfast again the next day.

I was well aware that my abysmal mood was dragging the others down, but it was hard to pretend like I didn’t feel like a zombie for real. Why I’d expected things to change now that we were a group again I couldn’t say, but whatever I did, whatever happened, it was painstakingly obvious that we’d lost two people. It was that second morning after swinging by what used to be our people that the realization sank in that this must have been how Nate had been feeling those early days of the apocalypse. He’d lost a lot of his people, a few good friends among them. He'd been injured, high on drugs that he knew couldn’t last another day, and on top of everything else, he had me to drag along. Despite all that, he hadn’t faltered, hadn’t allowed himself to cave and let his weakness show. It rankled so much that I couldn’t do the same now, but that thought helped. Once again it was stubbornness that forced me to keep fighting my inner demons, and although I didn’t feel like I was winning, at least I was still kicking. And every time I caught Nate’s concerned look and all I was capable of giving him was a blank stare back, I knew that he was aware of what was going on. Somehow that helped steel my spine, but it also did its own to broaden the gap between us. Not that there was anything he could have said or done to stop that from happening, but doing nothing didn’t help, either.

Wyoming gave way to Nebraska, not that the surroundings changed much. It was still hot and dry, grass long gone brown and wind sweeping dust through the air. We were traveling along the same road that had brought us here last summer, only that back then the sheer fact that we had a goal—and cars to get us there fast and safe—had been enough to keep my spirits up. Now it was just one bland, hot day after the next. Then eastern Colorado followed, with more of the same.

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