Crash by Michael Robertson

Author:Michael Robertson
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2014-01-17T05:00:00+00:00

Sat on the cold floor on the cold landing, Chris' headache restricted his vision. It turned his peripheral vision black. The heavy smoke was suffocating. When he pulled the retractable lead on the vacuum cleaner to full length, he saw that it came out by a good three meters. It was enough for his needs.

Joining him upstairs, Michael thrust the knife at his dad, blade first.

"You should always pass a knife handle first, Michael," Chris said as he took it. When he looked at his son, who was currently biting his lip, he wondered if he should lay off the boy a little. He also wondered if the safety advice he was offering was important in the new world. Passing a knife blade first may actually keep him safe for longer now. Then he noticed that something wasn't quite right. "What is it, Michael?" he asked.

"What's what?" Michael said too quickly, his wide eyes unable to connect with his dad's.

Chris' heart raced and he felt sick. "You look like something's happened. Come on, spit it out. What's going on?"

"I'm sorry, Dad."

"Don't be sorry; just tell me what's happened. Whatever it is, it's fine." His tone didn't suggest that it was fine.

"They saw me. I'm sorry. I didn't mean for them to see me, honestly."

Chris felt every muscle in his body fall limp. He then took a deep breath, coughed twice, and had to wait for a moment before he could speak. Looking at the ashamed little boy, he said, "Fucking hell. What were you thinking of? What did I say? What was the one thing that I said to you before you ran off?"

Michael replied quietly to his shoes, "Don't get seen."

"And you fucking failed in that. Jesus, you need to get your fucking brain in gear. This is life and death, boy. Do you understand?"

When Michael looked up, his whole face was contorted and more tears were streaming down it.

Chris then swallowed to try and banish the taste of plastic. It did nothing. Calming down a little, he asked, "How many of them saw you?"

"Just one."

"One?"

"Yeah. The big black man saw me."

"The one that confronted Dean?" He hated that he knew some of their names.

Michael nodded.

The tension left his shoulders, and he said, "Well, if anyone was to see you, he'd be the best person. I don't think he wants to hurt people like Dean does. Besides, I think he already knows we're here."

Michael didn't reply and shook as he continued crying.

Folding the electric flex over, Chris then slipped the knife into the loop and started sawing up against it.

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