What Remains Series (Book 1): Sickness by Greene Kellee L

Author:Greene, Kellee L. [Greene, Kellee L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Post-Apocalyptic
Published: 2019-09-23T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

The screams iced the blood pumping rapidly through my veins. It sounded like people were begging for their lives.

“What’s going on?” Dax asked stepping up behind his brother.

“I have no idea,” Blake said. “Nothing I can see.”

“Probably looters,” Dax said.

Whitney’s knuckles were white as she gripped the armrests. “Looters begging for their lives?”

“Maybe?” Dax said.

The sounds of gunshots didn’t ease. If anything, they increased and became louder.

Whitney stood up and started shaking her fists at her sides as she walked around the living room aimlessly. She stopped her eyes were red but it wasn’t like the redness I’d seen in the eyes of the wandering sick. She was on the verge of crying.

“This is it. This is the end,” Whitney said. “When Dax told me what was going on, I knew this moment would come.”

“Calm down,” Blake said.

“I’m not going to calm down. Listen to what’s going on out there.” Whitney pointed her fingers like they were guns. “Bang, bang, bang. Don’t you hear that?”

“Of course I do but that doesn’t mean they’re coming here.” Blake stared at her.

Whitney huffed. “Maybe not this time but maybe next time. Or when they come looking for loot in your house. Then what? How are you going to stop a gang of looters?”

“We’re armed,” Blake said dryly.

“Oh, well then I have no idea what I’m worried about,” Whitney said throwing her hands in the air.

Blake glanced at me before returning his gaze toward the window. “Kit?”

“Do you know how to shoot?”

I shook my head. “Sorry, no. I wish I did.”

When I was ten, my father had wanted to teach me but my mom wouldn’t allow it. She’d been worried I’d get hurt. Also, I hadn’t wanted to go. I wanted to go hang out with my friends. I never thought I’d regret that decision but here we were.

“It’s okay,” Blake said. “She’s just overreacting. We’re going to be fine. Even if they get inside the house, I have a place we can hide. Like a panic room but not quite as good.”

Whitney snorted as she wiped a crescent shape with her finger under her nose. “Yeah because people don’t think to check basements.”

“Jesus,” Blake groaned. “Follow me.”

He took a quick look out of the window before leading us into the kitchen. Blake stopped at the rug in front of the sink.

He kneeled down and rolled the carpet out of the way. The floor under the carpet looked a bit cleaner than the rest but other than that I wasn’t sure what we were supposed to see.

“What are we looking at?” Whitney groaned.

Blake ignored her and stuck his finger in a small crack that had been cut through the flooring. He pulled back on a piece of the linoleum and opened a small, hatch-like door in the floor.

“What the hell?” Dax asked with a laugh. “How long has this been here?”

“A couple years,” Blake said. “It’s nothing fancy. I was working on it myself.”

“Guess this is why you were always too busy to go have a drink with your brother when I was in town,” Dax said.

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