Surviving Her: A LesbianSapphic Apocalyptic Romance by Grace Parkes

Author:Grace Parkes [Parkes, Grace]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2025-01-27T00:00:00+00:00

8

ELIZA

Eliza adjusted the shoulder straps of her backpack, the weight of it digging into her skin as she took a final glance back at Campdale. Would the town that had been her home for so long soon be a fading memory? As she made her way down the dirt cycle path, the city’s edges seemed to blur in the distance. Her heart tightened as images of what she was leaving behind flashed through her mind—the faces of her colleagues, friends, neighbors, and patients would soon be distant memories. That world already seemed so far away as she and River moved east, venturing into the unknown.

River studied the map they’d found in the apartment above the laundromat, frowning as she tried to concentrate. “This is a super old map. I don’t even know if these little roads exist anymore. We can only hope they do. We should head east and then circle back up to the cabin. It’ll take about a week if we follow these cycle paths…maybe more, but it’s safer this way. We’ll avoid the more dangerous territories.”

Eliza nodded, trusting River’s judgment. “If it keeps us alive, it’s totally worth the extra time.”

The first day passed in a blur of dusty roads and quiet, almost cheerful conversation. The route had been surprisingly peaceful so far, with the only sounds coming from the rustle of leaves and the occasional birdsong. It seemed the infected were gathered in the city, and hadn’t yet wandered out into the wilderness.

“Oh my God,” said Eliza, feeling her spirits lift a little. “It’s so wonderful to hear the birds. They haven’t got a clue what’s going on. I guess nothing’s changed for them.”

But as evening approached, fatigue began to set in, and they both knew they needed to find shelter before nightfall.

They came across an abandoned farmhouse just as the sun started to dip below the horizon. The structure was weathered and worn, but it stood sturdy against the elements.

“This place looks about three hundred years old, doesn’t it?” said Eliza, secretly wishing they were booking into a five-star hotel for the night. “Would wishing for hot running water and a soak in the tub be too much to ask, do you think?”

River pushed open the creaky door, revealing a surprisingly intact interior. It wasn’t much, but it was enough.

“A hot bath might not be on the menu, but this’ll do for the night,” River said, her voice echoing in the open space. “Let me do a quick sweep for walkers. You never know.”

Eliza nodded in agreement, setting down her pack with a relieved sigh. “It’s…well, I guess ‘perfect’ isn’t quite the word I’m looking for, but I’m happy we found this place.”

While Eliza ventured outside and gathered wood for a fire, River rummaged through the kitchen and found some old pots and pans. Before long, the farmhouse was filled with the warm glow of a fire, and the smell of a hot meal wafted through the air.

“I can’t believe you’ve managed all this. How did you do it? Talk about Jesus turning water into wine.

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