Into the Storm_Post Apocalyptic Fiction by R. K. Gold & Laurèn Lee

Author:R. K. Gold & Laurèn Lee [Gold, R. K. & Lee, Laurèn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: The Phoenix Reads
Published: 2018-09-03T23:00:00+00:00

9

Jakobe only took half of his day's rations and rode through the night to the storm divide. He wasn't far. Seeing the White Liners brought back a lot of old memories. He needed a new start. He needed to leave the east behind.

If Lyo were there, he'd tell him to shut his mind off and focus on the present. The past could only get him killed. Jakobe always thought that meant he had to focus, but after hearing about Robe, he wondered if it had a more literal meaning.

From a distance the storm divide looked like a smoky border. The lightning fired in all directions, circling unnaturally in the sky like a lasso before striking the ground. The border constantly shifted back and forth, kicking up dirt and swirling it around.

He stopped where the dust settled. A clear border spread across the ground. Just beyond the line, the earth on the sides of the road hovered in the air and whirled around. Jakobe hopped off his bike and reached his hand across the line. He felt a tug from the storm. A pull that reached through his body, down his sternum and to the pit of his stomach. A string and a gentle pull, but with each step he took, the pull grew.

"Pretty terrifying, isn't it?" a familiar voice asked. Jakobe yanked his hand back and turned around. Myskin stood next to Jakobe's bike and fiddled his thumbs around one another. “Took off with the purifier? That was pretty rude of you."

"How'd you know where I'd be?"

He tapped his temple. "Saw it. Wasn't too difficult to believe since you've been talking about heading west for some time. Not to mention, even you aren't dumb enough to enter the storm on a back road. Figured you'd hit the main highway and head west."

"You came alone? If Lyo wanted to stop me, I would've thought he'd use more force."

"Lyo wants to cut your head, but I convinced him to let me talk to you first." He pulled his machete from his back sheath and rested the side of the blade on his shoulder.

"Why do you care?" Jakobe stood opposite of Myskin. "You gonna let go of that?"

Myskin stepped away from the bike and kicked dirt at its carriage. "There's no point in killing you if you're gonna go into the divide. The storm will do that all on its own. I just want the purifier back."

"I don't have it anymore." Jakobe inched his hand toward his revolver. His chest tightened when he locked eyes with Myskin. They had saved each other’s lives more times than any of them could count. Even with his blade out, Jakobe still saw the kid only a few years older than him who gave him a canteen full of water and a warm fire when he had nowhere else to go. The man who fixed up his bike and gutted a white liner who snuck up on Jakobe when he was too focused on providing cover for Forte.

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