Waking Up Dead (An End of Days Love Novel) by Emma Shortt

Author:Emma Shortt [Shortt, Emma]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781622660346
Google: eiZKs_ibcIsC
Amazon: 1622660358
Publisher: Macmillan
Published: 2013-10-21T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-one

That night, wrapped up tightly in blankets, in the passenger seat of the car next to Luke, Jackson felt herself shivering. It had been some time since she’d had such a reaction and she couldn’t quite work out why it was happening now. Maybe it was due to the shock of that zombie wrapping its hand around her ankle and pulling her to the floor, or maybe the fact it had pinned her down before she could even get Mandy into position, or hell, it could be a million things and then some. Or maybe it’s because you saw like a freaking hundred zombies! Either way she couldn’t sleep, even though she knew she should because it was Luke’s watch.

Wrapping her arms tighter around herself Jackson tried to instill some warmth. She was reminded ridiculously of a time when she’d spent almost a month walking in constant rain. It had been winter then and toward the end of it Jackson felt like she would never be warm again. Only she had. The feeling had passed.

They always passed.

This one would too. Just not yet it seemed.

She’d thought about the zombie horde nonstop as they drove, hours and hours to think, and nothing good had come out of those thoughts. Getting to the survivor’s camp seemed more important than ever now. Hell, it was crucial, because how long could she and Luke survive alone?

She looked down at her hands, surprised to see them shaking a little, and was thankful all over again that she and Luke were together.

Right to the end. Whenever that might be.

“Jack?” Luke whispered, obviously alerted by her fidgeting. “You okay?”

Jackson swallowed. She didn’t want to admit to Luke what was making her feel odd, but at the same time every part of her ached to talk. Turnaround much?

“I’m fine.”

“Talk to me, Jack,” he said softly. “You know you can talk to me about anything, right? Anything.”

“There’s no point.”

“There’s always a point. It’ll make you feel better, for a start.”

The minutes ticked by and Jackson kept silent. It was only when Luke reached out and took her hand that she spoke.

“I feel fine,” she said and he sighed.

“No you don’t.”

He squeezed her hand gently. Jackson closed her eyes and concentrated on the feel of his skin against hers. Soft and warm and oddly comforting. She squeezed back and took a deep breath. It wasn’t talking about them, her family and friends, so maybe just this once it was okay to open up to Luke. Maybe it would make her feel better?

“I keep thinking about the people.”

He frowned, she knew he did even though she couldn’t see it, and rubbed a thumb up and down the side of her palm. “What people?”

“The survivors in the town.”

“There were no survivors.”

“I think there were,” she whispered. “I’ve thought about if for hours and I think that’s why the zombies were massed there. Probably there were a group or two, and they hadn’t been able to get to them, so they called in reinforcements.

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