The New World (Book 7): Those Who Remain by Hopf G. Michael

Author:Hopf, G. Michael [Hopf, G. Michael]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Post-Apocalyptic | Dystopian
Published: 2016-12-29T16:00:00+00:00

Frank Church Wilderness, Southeast of McCall, Idaho, Republic of Cascadia

Luke caught up to the man. His months of riding had made him extremely proficient. Deep inside, Luke felt an anger, a desire to hurt the man who had killed men he knew and threatened his family. Now that he was in sight, he wouldn’t stop until he caught and killed him.

When they left the valley floor and began to climb into the mountains just west of Jughandle, the snow got deeper. This didn’t slow him down, as again, the hours and hours of riding had given him the ability to tackle and maneuver through such conditions; however, it was impacting the man he was pursuing.

Further and further they climbed.

Luke was close enough now to clearly read the lettering on the back panel of his sled and close enough to shoot him. Luke pulled out his Glock, took aim and squeezed off a round.

The bullet whizzed by the man.

“Argh,” he grunted.

Luke again took aim as best he could and squeezed. The bullet exploded from the barrel and struck the man in the right shoulder.

The man jerked the handle of his snowmobile hard to the right, caught an edge and flipped over. The heavy machine and he went tumbling with sled resting beside him.

Luke was following too close to make an evasive maneuver. He shoved the pistol into his side cargo pocket and grabbed the handles to steer away, but it was too late. He slammed into the other sled. The force of the collision threw him over the hood and down into a large tree well. He rolled hard and smacked his head and shoulder into the tree. He sat up and looked around but could only see blurred images. He clenched his stomach as it tightened. Nausea and vertigo set in. With great effort, he tried to stand, but the snow was chest deep and his condition didn’t help.

The sound of a slide racking came from above him.

Luke looked and saw the man pointing a pistol at him. Thinking quickly, he reached for his pistol in his cargo pocket but not before the man shot and grazed his left arm. He drew his pistol, pivoted and stepped like Sanchez had shown him, providing the man a moving target. He didn’t aim as much as he just pointed and pulled the trigger. That single 9mm round traveled right through the man’s chest.

The man heaved and dropped to his knees.

Not content with his last shot, Luke again pulled the trigger. Another well-placed round exited the muzzle and this one proved to be fatal instantly as it hit the man in the face. He lurched forward and rolled into the tree well, stopping just at Luke’s feet.

Luke exhaled heavily and stepped, but his feet felt like bricks. The crushing vertigo and nausea became overwhelming. He looked up and could see flurries slowly drifting down. Fatigue followed with gravity taking over. He fell backwards into the snow and blacked out.

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