Forgiving Zander (Survival Trilogy, #2) by Rebecca Clare Smith

Author:Rebecca Clare Smith
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: zombies, post apocalypse, apocalyptic, romance, love, dystopia, dystopian, fantasy
Publisher: Katarr Kanticles Press
Published: 2015-07-17T00:00:00+00:00

Barracks

I slunk along the semi-lit corridor, trying to be as silent as possible in case any of the Governor’s guards were about and reported either me or Sanderson for not doing as we were told. It wasn’t as if I was concerned for me, but it wouldn’t be fair on Sanderson. He’d already warned me to be careful.

Directions had been given before he’d gone. I was to head to the adjoining leisure centre, which the guards used as a sort of barracks. There was a pool there. None of them would be using it this late at night, which meant that the nearby showers would be free for me. Sanderson had assured me there would be spare towels and hot, running water too. Luxuries after washing from a barrel in the lighthouse or simply scrubbing in sea foam.

After a few risky turns, I finally made it to the shower area. The towels were exactly where the doctor had said they would be. I took plenty, just in case, and headed down the rows to the farthest side, away from the door and prying eyes. Solitude sounded heavenly.

Thoughts tumbled over each other in their eagerness to be assessed first. Deep breaths filled my lungs as I settled on one of the benches that faced the row of open cubicle showers, depositing towels and belongings. My palms embraced my cheeks and fingers massaged the edge of my scalp.

Was this a nightmare?

There was the possibility that I’d killed Zander. Xanthia and Maurice were both out there trying to find and kill me. Alex was locked up. And I was expected to help create a cure for mankind? But all of this paled in insignificance when I thought about the last problem.

Zander’s baby was growing inside of me.

How could this have happened?

But that was the thing, I knew exactly how it had happened; in strong, smooth, ecstatic strokes. My eyes squeezed tightly shut. This was my fault. And now I was going to be a mother to this thing, this baby, that was growing somewhere within me.

My hands moved down to my stomach, gaze following their progress as I realised I wanted to see where this small life was currently ripening. This thing in there was somehow abhorrent and yet desirous at the same time. It was growing, stealing my energy, and destroying my future. Yet, I could feel myself wanting it. Hoping for it.

My fingers scraped to the edge of my jeans, hurriedly finding buttons to peel back the material and drop it to the floor. I kicked off my shoes, dumping them haphazardly beneath the bench as I slopped my trousers onto the wooden seat. Socks rolled underneath, settling beside my shoes. Legs free, I started on my top, hurriedly shifting it above my head to dump it with the rest before I found a mirror ratchetted to the side of some lockers.

The face in the glass stared back. Tiredness was glaringly obvious in circles and strain below my eyes, but that wasn’t the reason I was looking.

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