Crisis Event: Jagged White Line by Shows Greg & Womack Zachary

Author:Shows, Greg & Womack, Zachary [Shows, Greg]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-05-05T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

Sadie was relieved to find her backpack sitting where she'd taken it off, next to her dirty clothes, which were in a pile beside the old man's coveralls. She was also relieved that Noah and his young wife had left the heavy wooden door open and the glass storm door unlocked.

She snatched up her pack up and put it on. Then she gathered her clothes and respirator and got ready to run. The sound of gunshots stopped her and she looked through the storm door.

In the dim lamplight, she could see the outline of a rifle barrel leaning against the wall. She wasn’t certain it was hers, but the sight at the muzzle looked familiar. On impulse she reached out and pushed the latch and pulled the storm door open.

As her hand snaked through the gap between the door and the doorframe, Noah staggered into the dining room. His eyes rolled left and right, like a frightened horse. Dark blood poured down his checkered shirt from a hole beneath his collarbone.

Noah staggered around the dining table toward Sadie. A second later Blakely appeared behind him, his respirator over his face but his demeanor and stance telling her exactly who he was.

The shock of seeing Blakely alive stopped her. Her hand remained poised to grab her rifle as she tried to process the feelings of relief and surprise.

The old man said something, and then Blakely’s pistol roared and the old man’s head became misshapen and odd in the instant before the slug tore through the other side of his skull. Chunks of brain and bone hurled toward Sadie, and a slower red mist followed, splattering the dining room table and spraying a fan of blood against the glass storm door.

The sight of Noah’s head exploding sent Sadie into action. She grabbed her rifle and pulled it to her. She’d already stepped back from the door and was getting ready to run when Madelyn pounded down the stairwell, screaming. She had the pistol in her hand again, and she fired as she ran at Sadie.

The storm door glass exploded, sending glass shards jittering across the porch. Tiny slivers of glass sprayed against Sadie’s bare skin, stinging her.

Without thought or planning, Blakely shoved his hand between the balusters and caught Madelyn’s foot. She tripped and fell forward, sprawling onto the hardwood floor. The pistol slid across the hardwood and smacked into the storm door frame.

Blakely stepped forward and pointed his pistol at the back of her head.

Sadie shouted “Don’t!”

Madelyn tried to crawl forward. Her arm stretched for the pistol.

Sadie reached through the shattered glass and picked it up.

“Not loaded, huh?” Sadie said.

“Why’d you do it?” Madelyn wailed. “I was nice to you. You could’ve been happy here. And safe.”

“If being raped everyday is your idea of safe, no thanks.”

“Much as I’d like to hear this conversation,” Blakely said as he reached through the storm door to take the pistol from Sadie, “We got a fire going at the front of the house and two or more unfriendlies on the way.

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