Against The Darkness (Cimmerian Moon) by A.M. Griffin

Author:A.M. Griffin [Griffin, A.M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Three Twenty-One, LLC
Published: 2014-06-04T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

I gently place my hands on Wade’s shirt. Luckily the glass doesn’t penetrate the cotton material to stab me in my palms, so I swing my leg across the window sill and into the building, or what’s left of it. My foot lands on the ground, crunching on glass. Instinctively I lift it up, fearing that the shards will penetrate the worn-out rubber on the bottom of my sneakers.

I glance back at Ms. Burgess. She has her hands over her mouth. I know she wants to tell me not to go, that it’s too dangerous, but wanting and needing weapons is stopping her.

I know what I have to do.

I want weapons just as much as everyone else. I give her a reassuring smile and she sniffles and closes her eyes. I wanted to let her know that it’s going to be okay, that I know what I’m getting myself into. But I still don’t think that is enough to relieve her of the guilt she’d have if anything was to happen to me.

Ken hands me his oversized flashlight.

“Thank you.”

“If you get stuck or something goes wrong, you holler out. I’ll find a way to get to you,” Jason says.

I look up at him. He has concern written all over his face. I know he doesn’t want me to go but this is something that must be done.

“I won’t,” I say.

“Sin, you have to promise me that,” he says.

I shake my head. “The lizards might hear me.” Without stalling anymore, I lower my foot and swipe what I can out of the way. This time when I put my foot down, there’s hardly any sound at all. Not thinking about it, I bend my body and squeeze through the opening.

In my first breath I take in the old and stale smell of the building. It doesn’t smell like rotting food or anything, but of air that has been sitting for a while. It’s dark…darker than it is outside. I turn on the flashlight. I can see why Ian wasn’t able to get any further. There’s stuff everywhere, making it like a maze in here. A lot of the ceiling has fallen, making it impossible to climb across the top of the debris. The only other option is to try to go under all the mess. Luckily the shelves that have toppled can provide an easy way to get around. I can crawl through and under them, using them as a tunnel of sorts.

I spot a way through, farther down and on the left. I shuffle along the wall, putting distance between myself and the only way out and clamping down on the panic attack that’s threatening to seize me.

No time for that.

The only noise that can be heard is me kicking stuff along the floor, out of my way, and my heavy breathing. As I kick up dust, disturbing what hasn’t been touched probably since the invasion, I feel the tickle of particles in my nostrils and in the back of my throat.

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