Aftermath by J.S Donovan

Author:J.S Donovan [Donovan, J.S]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-12-02T00:00:00+00:00

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After minutes of crippling pain, Naomi forced herself to rise. She gasped in agony just from the simple motion. She managed to put herself in an upright position before letting her head hang low. Her hands rested on her thighs, her palms aimed at the sky. Pain throbbed her skull. Eyes clenched shut, she brushed her fingers against the tender flesh. The simple touch made her want to vomit. She felt for blood. None. That was good.

She grabbed aimlessly until she found the lip of a nearby shelf and used it to get to her shaking feet. In the dark, it was hard to tell how concussed she was from the head-bashing. She kept her hands on the shelf, accidentally knocking over a few cans before moving towards where the stairs might be. She kept her eyes closed, knowing that it wouldn’t do much good to look around in an unfamiliar basement. She wanted nothing more than to just sink back to the floor and cry. She visualized Trinity’s face. Her smile. Knowing that the sadistic woman could be going to her room right now drove Naomi to keep moving forward. After knocking her shoulder against a support beam, Naomi eventually found the stairs.

She got to her hands and knees and started to climb.

Another wave of pain hit her.

Her body rested against the steps. She didn’t want to yell in case that thief was still in the house.

She needed to warn the others quietly, but first she needed rest. Just as she about to let herself drift, her second wind hit her. The pain was no less, but she was able to crawl up the stairs. After an intrepid trip, she reached the top of the steps and felt the door until she found the knob. With both hands, she twisted it. She suddenly lost balance, and her body fell forward.

Face first, she spilled out into the hall. She rested her cheek on the hardwood for a moment before putting both hands onto the floor and pushing herself up. She remembered that she placed her lantern just outside the basement door. She grabbed it and twisted the knob. The light activated.

Naomi cringed. She used her other hand to grab the doorknob and pull herself up. As soon as she closed the door behind her, she noticed a figure in the hallway.

Dressed in a heavy sweater and thick sweatpants, Conner eyed her with suspicious anger. “What are you doing down here?”

Naomi glanced up at him with bloodshot eyes. She raised her shaking hand and pointed toward the way of the front door. “Thief.”

Conner hesitated. He noticed the fresh bruise on the side of her head, and his angry demeanor shifted to worry.

“Dean! Dean!” he yelled out before running to the bunks.

Naomi rested her back against the basement door.

After a moment, hurried footsteps neared the hall. Naomi expected to see Dean or Conner but saw Allen with his assault rifle.

He looked at Naomi disapprovingly before seeing her pain. His stoic mask faltered. He rushed to her.

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