Days of Panic: A Post-Apocalyptic EMP Survival Thriller (EMP Survival Series Book 1) by Jack Hunt

Author:Jack Hunt
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2018-01-13T11:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 13

A lot can change in twenty-four hours, especially in a city that’s already plagued by poverty, drugs and those looking for the opportunity to take advantage of others. Jesse was awake before the others. He had a terrible night of sleep. He’d only managed to get a few hours because when he closed his eyes he kept seeing the body of Nathan. It was one thing to see a dead body in the movies, another to see one two feet away. A thin band of morning light seeped through the drapes. The room smelled stuffy, a mixture of male sweat and garbage. With his back turned to the others he studied the gun he’d taken from Nathan. At no point in time had he ever fired one, let alone held one.

“Careful, you don’t want to shoot yourself,” Damon said stepping over him and heading for the bathroom. Jesse gave a nod. At the sound of him taking a piss the others woke. Maggie rubbed her eyes.

“How did you sleep?” Jesse asked.

“Surprisingly well.”

Elliot reached for his cigarettes and tapped one out. Without Damon even asking, he took one out and tossed it onto his blanket before getting up and heading over to the window. He cracked it open and perched his butt on the ledge. A cold breeze blew in.

“What’s it like out there?” Damon asked walking back in while zipping up his pants.

“Quiet,” Elliot replied, lighting up his cigarette and blowing a plume of smoke out. “It won’t stay like that, so it’s best we get going as soon as possible.”

Jesse crawled out of his sleeping bag and headed into the kitchen to see what he could whip up for breakfast. Even though it was light out, he lit a candle inside the apartment to provide more light. He was shivering, so he went into his closet and pulled out a thick sweater and slipped it on.

“Anyone else cold?”

Maggie stuck a finger in the air and he tossed her a sweater. Even though he hung on to Chloe’s clothes for a few months after she passed, he eventually gave them away to a local secondhand store as he couldn’t bear to keep looking at them. It was odd the range of emotions he went through after her death. There was a period when he didn’t want anyone touching her stuff, not even her own family, then he allowed them to come in and take what they wanted just so they would have something to remind them of her. He glanced at his watch. It was a little after eight in the morning. He was pulling out some cereal when there was a knock at the door. Maggie eyed him and Elliot pulled his gun. Jesse crossed the room and peered through the peephole. He turned and told Elliot to put the gun away, it was his neighbor Bobby Riggs.

Jesse cracked the door open.

“Oh hey, Jesse. Heard you come in late last night. Everything okay?”

Bobby Riggs was an odd fellow.

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