Survive the Blast: A Post-Apocalyptic Survival Thriller (Atomic Threat Book 1) by Dave Bowman

Author:Dave Bowman [Bowman, Dave]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-09-16T06:00:00+00:00

13

Jack watched as Naomi, sobbing, retreated to the bathroom and closed the door behind her.

He stood in the doorway of the bedroom just long enough to take in the scene.

Naomi’s mother had been brutally murdered.

Jack took the handgun from his waistband and held it ready as he moved quietly through the apartment. He checked under the bed. He looked in the closets in the bedroom and hallway.

“What happened?” Brent asked as Jack was closing the closet door in the hallway.

Brent walked to the bedroom and looked in.

“Oh, no…” Brent muttered.

Jack opened the sliding glass door that led to the patio outside. It was just a tiny little porch off the apartment, and it was empty. He looked around the parking lot outside. There was no one there.

Jack crossed through the apartment and walked out the front door. He looked around the parking lot on that side of the building. It was empty as well.

He entered the apartment once more and locked the door behind him.

“Whoever killed Naomi’s mother is gone,” Jack said.

He could hear the sounds of Naomi vomiting in the bathroom. He could only imagine the anguish she was going through.

“Poor thing,” Brent said, glancing at the closed bathroom door. “You could tell how close she was to her mother, too. And to come home and see her like that . . .”

Jack slowly walked to the bedroom. He covered Naomi’s mother up with a sheet, then he joined Brent in the living room.

“Things just keep going from bad to worse,” Brent commented.

Jack couldn’t help but agree. He felt horrible for Naomi. She was a good person. She didn’t deserve to find her mother like this.

So much evil in the world.

“Are you okay, Naomi?” Jack asked through the closed door to the bathroom.

Naomi had stopped vomiting, but the sounds of her weeping filtered through the door. She didn’t answer Jack.

Jack returned to his seat on the couch in the living room. He wished there was something he could do to help Naomi, but his hands were tied. He could just hope that she would have the strength to go on.

As the minutes passed, he began to feel antsy waiting in the small apartment.

What would be the next tragedy to happen?

He ran his hand along his jaw, rough with his five o’clock shadow.

Outside, the light was fading as the sun grew weaker and lower in the sky.

How would he ever make it home to Texas?

If they were very lucky, they would find a car that still ran. Even some bicycles would be better than walking 1,400 miles. But still, riding a bicycle to Texas would take at least a week or two.

Naomi emerged from the bathroom with her face red and puffy. Jack and Brent rose to their feet.

“Can we do anything?” Jack asked.

Naomi looked at the closed door of the bedroom, then shook her head.

“How about some food?” Brent asked. “We’ve got a lot of snacks here. Some water?”

Naomi fell in a heap on the couch.

“No thanks.”

“Naomi,” Jack said, “I’m so sorry for your loss.

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