SALVATION_Post-Apocalyptic Thriller by Jeff Olah

Author:Jeff Olah [Olah, Jeff]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Unknown
Published: 2017-12-25T07:00:00+00:00

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Griffin switched off the flashlight, set it carefully in the bag and leaned back into the wall. Three feet away he was reminded of just how unpredictable this life had become. There were no longer any certainties. No more plans to be made. No reason to set goals or want to accomplish anything. No weight to lose. No gym memberships and no social media. Well, that last part he didn’t care too much for anyhow, but now he found himself beginning to forget what life used to be, as if everything before forty-seven days ago was simply a dream.

He sat quietly for a moment, just listening. The sounds of the dead outside were now replaced with intermittent gunfire. It didn’t appear to be close, but as it echoed through the rear yard of the high school, something told Griffin he should be concerned. He needed to get the hell out there and find his friends.

One duffle at a time, he again crisscrossed the straps over his chest and switched back on the flashlight. Not more than twenty feet ahead was the door he had been searching for and the open space that could have saved his friend.

Griffin held the flashlight in his right hand while placing his left against the wall. He again tested his ankle, but nothing had changed. Stagger left, step right, stagger left, step right. He carried on until he stood directly across the hall from the Performing Arts Center. He shined the light through the ten-inch frame of glass that ran alongside the door and then back in the direction he’d come.

Without a reason to stop, he kept the light on the glass, moved awkwardly across the hall, and biting down through the pain, opened the door. Griffin placed his shoulder against the frame and ran the narrow beam of light slowly from the stage to the final row of balcony seats, two levels up. Satisfied he was now alone, he stepped over the threshold and allowed the door to close behind him.

Now using his opposite hand as a guide, he breathed deep through his nose and attempted to focus his mind on anything but the unforgiving pain coursing through his left ankle. He thought about what got him here, where his friends might be, and exactly how he planned on running. Because as much as it was going to suck, he was going to have to run. The only question now—which would give up first, the sinewy fibers connecting his calf and his foot, or his mind?

Reaching the stage, he lurched forward and rested his elbows on the edge. Balancing on only his right leg, he again moved the flashlight across the open room and stopped when he saw movement beyond the glass at the door.

Two Feeders, maybe more. They had their faces shoved into the back of the pane and snapped their jaws furiously, as if somehow they could bite their way through. He was safe for the moment; however, at some point they’d get through—they always did—and by then he needed to be somewhere else.

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