Through Dark Glass by Marata Eros & Marata Eros

Through Dark Glass by Marata Eros & Marata Eros

Author:Marata Eros & Marata Eros
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: T. Rose Press LLC


Day 5

Yesterday had been long and filled with silence. After the hundredth corpse, it had been a predictable conversation stealer.

At first, the boys were buzzing with what had happened, stepping over body after body.

Until the first of the real horrors came and I had to set Tia to rights. She hadn’t talked to me since.

I hated myself, too, I’ll admit. But my fealty is to her and Luke, and now to Jamal—but those two would always be first.

When the first young kid lay on the ground within our footfalls, it had been a grotesque sight.

Maybe a little girl of about eight was now a distended and bloated corpse.

Starving dogs were feeding off the dead, snarling as we walked by.

When Luke had gotten a load of the entrails of the little girl being gobbled down by a ghoulish dog, he’d raised his gun, aim queered only by the shaking from his hand.

“Nope,” I had said softly as the dog had raised its jowls, gore dripping from its snout. “Waste of ammo, Luke.”

“Right,” he’d said in a quaking whisper and dropped his gun arm, stuffing the weapon inside his hip holster.

Jamal had stared at the entire scene with a blank, shocked-out expression.

Tia had turned and thrown up. Again.

“Baby,” I’d said in a low voice, hand to her back. We couldn’t afford for her to catch a fucking bug in the middle of an apocalypse.

“I’m okay.” She’d shaken her head a bit, her tightly braided hair barely containing the natural waves. “Just give me a sec.”

Not too many seconds, I thought but answered, “Okay.”

After five minutes that felt like five hours, Tia straightened and took a precious sip from her water bottle, securing it on a carabiner at the opposite hip from where her Glock rides.

Speaking of water. “We need to grab some perishable supplies, guys.”

Everyone groans.

I nod. That reaction’s fair.

It’s scary now to go into the grocery store. The newest protocol is that Luke stands guard while Tia and I enter. She knows what to buy, and I guard her.

That’s how we do it after that first store incident.

I thought Tia would be okay with a gun and we’d guard the door.

Dumbest assumption ever.

I’d sprinted when I heard her scream.

My face had swiveled to the boys. “Luke, Jamal—”

“Dad, go!” Luke had bellowed at the entrance of a QFC we’d shopped at a hundred times.

I’d left the boys to come upon a scene that caused me to skid to a stop at the visual of my wife’s pants to her knees while two men pinned her to the floor.

As calm as a priest before the altar, I’d raised my gun and blown the first guy’s head off.

Tia screamed, trying to scramble from beneath him and managing to roll his headless body from hers.

The other man’s comically surprised face whipped in my direction, hands still loosely clinging to Tia’s shirt.

“Roth,” she had said softly, a hollow tone I’ll never forget.

I marched toward him, my arm as steady as a plank, and never felt the kick as I blew him away as well.



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