The Breakers Series: Books 1-3 by Robertson Edward W

Author:Robertson, Edward W. [Robertson, Edward W.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: influenza, postapocalyptic, eotwawki, Fiction, post-apocalypse, postapocalypse, Knife Point, sci-fi, novels, sci-fi thriller, virus, plague, post apocalypse, Thriller, dystopia, Knifepoint, post apocalyptic, Breakers, post-apocalyptic, Meltdown, science fiction series, Melt Down
Published: 2013-11-09T05:00:00+00:00

22

Teeth swam above her head. Two white rows of teeth. Teeth divided by narrow gray seams. They sank toward her neck, a pink tongue-tip protruding from the incisors. Tristan tried to scream.

Water touched her lips. She swallowed. She had done this before. She choked and sat up, water dribbling down her shirt.

"It's alive!" said the woman who owned the teeth. "Glad to see we're not just wasting the stuff. Starting to feel like I was pouring it down a pretty little drain."

Tristan sat up, taking in the plain white sheets, the bare and water-spotted walls. "Where am I?"

"Williams," the woman said. "Williams, Arizona. Former United States of Earth."

"So you know about them."

"We're not living in a basement just to keep cool."

Tristan reached for the water glass, finishing it. The water was room temperature and tasted like dirt. "They're trying to wipe us out. I didn't know anyone was left."

"Oh, was there a plague or something?" the woman said. "That would explain why all my friends dropped dead."

"They're working on a second plague. A final strike."

The woman pressed her lips together. "Doubt there's enough of us left to kill."

Her name was Jen and she was gently plump. His name was Mikel and his brown eyes were as bright as his smile. They were married, both in their late thirties. They lived in the basement of a former Grand Canyon gift shop and diner beside a large blue lake. Mikel had found Tristan on the road while scavenging their designated sector of the town—even before the Panhandler hit, Williams had just three thousand people, most of whom knew each other by face if not name. After the Panhandler hit, it was reduced to 22. One Sunday after the dust had settled, a former volunteer firefighter went door to door to invite the survivors to the Lutheran church to learn who'd lived and hash out what to do next.

After the meeting, six survivors left town to seek different fates. The sixteen who remained in Williams split scavenging rights between themselves as equally as possible—although it had taken more than a few arguments to settle who got what share of the propane shop on the north end of town—including shared and unrestricted passage to the two lakes and two reservoirs. There hadn't been a single significant squabble since.

Jen told her all this over a breakfast of potatoes, eggs, and homemade bread. Tristan held the velvety yolks in her mouth before swallowing. "So you just split up the whole town? Is there anything left?"

Mikel poured her more water. "Food, guns, gas, and Coke? That's all been hauled back to our lairs, which ought to tell you a thing or five about a people's values. Nonessentials haven't been picked quite so bare."

"Where'd you come from?" Jen said. "You looked like a scarecrow come to life."

Tristan dug into her potatoes. "West. I ran out of food. I meant to restock along the road. Turned out the road was out of water, too."

After another day of rest, Tristan felt well enough to get up and do some wandering.

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