The Drowned: Deluge Book 1: (A Thrilling Post-Apocalyptic Survival Story) by Kevin Partner & Mike Kraus

The Drowned: Deluge Book 1: (A Thrilling Post-Apocalyptic Survival Story) by Kevin Partner & Mike Kraus

Author:Kevin Partner & Mike Kraus [Partner, Kevin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Muonic Press Inc
Published: 2020-09-08T22:00:00+00:00


The final block of putty fell from the window as Bobby, balancing on a tower of crates, picked at it with his knife. Gently, he began to lever the quarter pane out, catching it with the flat palm of his free hand, relying entirely on friction to keep himself from falling sideways. He let the glass fall, watching it as it landed softly in the soil and didn’t break, then put his hand through the new gap and found the inner handle. It was locked!

He grabbed the frame as the crates wobbled under him, then pushed his arm through up to the elbow and ran his fingers along the windowsill. There! Bobby was no burglar, but he knew what people were like. He wasn’t the only idiot to leave the key in so obvious a place. It took a few moments to maneuver it into the keyhole and then turned the handle. Bobby grunted with the effort of lifting his exhausted body through the open window to land on a mattress. “Gracias a Dios,” he muttered.

His body wanted to stay there, but he forced himself upright, taking off his pack and laying it on the bed, before picking up the shotgun and looking around. It was a small room—a child’s room, perhaps.

Maria.

She was waiting.

He got up and found that he had to walk along the center of the room if he wanted to walk upright. The window didn’t let much of the remaining light in, so he went back to his pack and took out the flashlight.

Through the door was a small landing, with another door directly opposite and the two dormer windows that looked east and west. Carefully, he made his way down the stairs. He had no reason to believe anyone was here, but still he felt as though he was breaking and entering, so he kept as silent as he could.

At the bottom of the stairs was a hallway with a wooden floor. He could see the front door with its formidable array of locks—he’d never have gotten in that way. To his right, an open door led into the kitchen. A sudden hunger gripped his stomach, and he moved quickly inside, hoping to find some canned foods and, maybe, a beer or two.

He made it through the door, then swung around as he heard the floor creak behind him.

Then a whooshing sound. Something heavy hit him, knocking him back, followed by pain, another blow and blackness.



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