The Final Hour by Andrew Klavan

Author:Andrew Klavan [Klavan, Andrew]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, General, Action & Adventure, Juvenile Fiction, Terrorism, ebook, book, Fugitives from justice, Adventure and adventurers, Amnesia
ISBN: 9781595547156
Publisher: Thomas Nelson
Published: 2011-07-19T05:00:00+00:00

PART III

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Flashes

Mike grabbed me under the arms and hauled me up. My legs felt like spaghetti, my lungs like fire. Mike half dragged me to the Jeep as I struggled to get my feet under me. When we reached the side of the vehicle, he pulled the door open and dropped me onto the passenger seat. He left me there to struggle the rest of the way in.

By the time I got the door shut, he was in the driver’s seat beside me. He didn’t say another word, just hit the gas. The tires spun and mud spat up around us. Then the rubber gripped the ground and the Jeep started moving through the rain.

I was curled up on my side, my cheek pressed into the seat back. My mouth hung open as I wheezed for air. The mud and rain were dripping off me.

My head was spinning with exhaustion. I wasn’t even sure this was really happening, that it was really real.

“Mike . . . ?” I tried to say through my gasps. My voice was barely audible over the engine noise, even to me.

“There’s fresh clothes in back,” Mike said, working the wheel, staring hard through the windshield. “Get into them. There’s some food back there too.”

“Water . . .”

“Yeah, a couple of bottles.”

Desperate for a drink, I managed to find the strength to twist around and reach into the backseat. I found a water bottle. Sucked hard on the nozzle, swallowing gulp after gulp. Then I fell back weakly against the seat back again.

“What’re you . . . ?” It took me two tries to finish the sentence. “What’re you doing here, Mike? How did you . . . ?”

“Long story, chucklehead,” said Mike. “And right now, I’m busy trying not to drive into a ditch or get caught by the police. Take a break, change, eat, get some rest. I’ll get us out of here.”

So we were silent for a while. The Jeep bounced and skidded and juddered over the mud through the rain. The thunder crashed. The lightning split the sky. But it all seemed far away now, farther and farther away . . .

I wanted to change out of my wet, muddy clothes. I wanted to eat. But I couldn’t move. I was just too tired. My eyes sank shut. I felt the world sinking away from me . . .

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