The Next World_RESISTANCE_Book 2_A Post-Apocalyptic Thriller by Jeff Olah

Author:Jeff Olah [Olah, Jeff]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-12-24T22:00:00+00:00

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Owen didn’t remember drifting off. He slowly opened his eyes and felt a twinge of pain in his lower back. One that he recognized. Not necessarily painful, but it told him that he’d been in the same hunched position for far too long. Rolling his shoulders from front to back and dipping his chin to his chest, he scanned the room and found that he was alone.

For a brief instant, alarm bells went off in his head. He sat still, his back against the wall and his legs stretched out before him, the darks thoughts attempting to force their way in. He inhaled through his nose and closed his eyes.

“Kevin …” His voice came out in a whisper, a reminder to stay focused on the why rather than what-ifs. “Get up, go find the others.”

Owen brought his knees to his chest, slowly stretched his lower back, and pushed away from the cheap, economy grade carpeting. Turning to the windows at the far end of the room, there were voices. Some familiar, others only vaguely so.

He took a quick look back toward the door, then crossed the office. And as they came into view, he remembered. His wife, his daughter, and his son. They sat with the others in an oversized conference room—at a table that looked like it was built from a redwood the size of a small house. They were eating with their hands and laughing like they had forgotten where they were. Or when they were.

On the opposite side of the table, Cookie, Harper, and Lucas sat beside two boys whom Owen didn’t recognize. One looked to be the same age as Noah and the other maybe a few years older than Ava. They ate with their heads down and only looked up when spoken to directly.

From the corner of his periphery, a woman walked into the oversized conference room. Five-feet-four would have been his guess, just barely over one-hundred pounds. She wore a white long-sleeved t-shirt, black jeans, and carried a basket that was filled with plastic water bottles. Her face bore the same dead-eyed expression as the boys, avoiding eye contact as she moved around the massive table passing out the water.

When the woman finished, she set the basket at the end of the table and started toward an empty seat. When she looked across the room, she spotted Owen staring back and froze. There were a few seconds where neither blinked nor looked away, and then Natalie noticed the woman stopped between two chairs.

Owen began to smile. He didn't necessarily have a reason, it just happened. He looked into Natalie’s eyes, then at her face, her hair, her lips, and finally at her as a whole, as if he was seeing her through a high powered lens and had started to pull into a wide shot.

She smiled back, wider than he could ever recall, her entire face lighting up with emotion. The room seemed to fall away behind her, like everything else had been temporarily blurred.

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