Survivors: Deconstruction Book Five (A Post-Apocalyptic Thriller) by Rashad Freeman

Author:Rashad Freeman [Freeman, Rashad]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-08-28T06:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 16

END OF THE LINE

Randall opened his eyes to a smear of colors and garbled noises. His head drowned in pain, every nerve burning like an incendiary.

“Randall,” Melinda called out to him.

Groaning, Randall brought his hand to the back of his head. His hair was clumped together with thick globs of blood. It was sore to the touch and he could feel a nasty gash running across his scalp.

He tried to remember where he was and how he’d got there, but his mind was a clutter of confusion and vertigo. His brain beat like a heart inside of his skull, the echoing thud a metronome of misery.

With a whimpering grimace, Randall reached up and latched onto someone’s arm to steady himself. He clambered to his feet and wobbled as his vision slowly cleared and he tried to make out the faces glaring back at him.

Alistair wrapped his other arm around Randall’s waist and took some of the weight off his legs. Melinda placed her hands on the sides of his face and leaned forward.

“Randall, Randall are you okay?” she asked softly.

Randall took a deep breath and collected himself. He glanced around the room and realized he was still in Koran’s room. Memories of his struggle flooded his mind and his heart revved like an engine.

“Koran!” he shouted. “We’ve gotta find Koran!”

“What?” Alistair asked. “Dad, nobody is here. You’re safe.”

Frustrated, Randall turned to Melinda. “It was him! It was him!”

Swallowing his pain, Randall pulled himself away from their grasp. He stumbled to the door then fell into the hallway.

“Randall!” Melinda screeched.

She grabbed his arm as Alistair helped her pull him to his feet. His eyes were wild, and blood ran down the back of his neck in a slow river. But he had a look of resolution on his face and enough adrenaline coursing through his veins to fuel a train.

“Randall stop! You’re hurt,” Melinda cried out and tried to restrain him.

“Don’t you understand?” he slurred. “Koran is the mole…he can’t get away.” He careened into the wall then continued down the hallway. “Go get Hunter and Craig!” he yelled back.

“Randall,” Melinda pleaded.

He paused and turned back to them. Alistair tried to hide the fear on his face, but he couldn’t. Melinda wiped tears from her eyes, sniffling as she tried to calm her breathing. Randall knew they were afraid, but he needed them to be strong, so summoning every bit of strength he had, he straightened up to his full height and took a deep breath.

“Alistair, I need you to get back to your brothers. Stay with them,” he started. He spoke calmly, but with a since of certainty that left no room for discussion. “Melinda. You find Craig and Hunter. Tell them Koran is the mole and he’s trying to escape. You tell them that and you make sure they understand you.”

Crying, Melinda nodded.

“Go, go now!” Randall ordered.

Wincing, he turned and started back down the hallway. Every step he took sent shockwaves up his legs that exploded in his head like grenades.

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