Mass Extinction Event (Book 2): Days 9-16 by Cross Amy

Author:Cross, Amy [Cross, Amy]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Post-Apocalyptic/Dystopian
Publisher: Dark Season Books
Published: 2013-11-25T05:00:00+00:00

Day Thirteen

Prologue

Six months ago

"Can you listen to me?" Shauna asks, hurrying through the house as she tries to cut Eriksen off at the door. "Carl, this is fucking important!"

"So's my job," he mutters, grabbing his leather jacket and pulling the door open. "Don't worry. I'll be back by nine and we can fool around."

"It's not that," she says, grabbing his arm and trying to force him to stay. "I need to tell you something."

"You hot for the cock?" he asks with a grin.

"I'm pregnant," she shouts, pushing the door shut.

He stares at her, his face suddenly losing all its color as his eyes search her expression for even the slightest hint that this might all be a really, really bad joke.

"I'm pregnant," she says again, searching his face for some sign of a response. "Are you listening to me? I'm having a baby. I'm already a month gone. I saw a doctor this morning and had it confirmed. In about eight months' time, I'm gonna give birth." She pauses, giving him a chance to say something. "Did you hear me?" she continues after a moment. "Carl, I'm fucking pregnant."

Eriksen stares at her, his mouth hanging open.

"Say something," she continues, forcing a faint, hesitant smile. "Carl, what are you thinking?"

"Is it mine?" he asks after a moment.

Before she can stop herself, she slaps him on the side of the face.

"Of course it's yours, you fucking asshole!" she shouts, barely able to contain her anger. "Who else's do you think it'd be? Some random guy down at the bar? A customer from the mall? Some passing guy in the street just slipped one in me?"

"Fine," he mutters. "Okay." He takes a deep breath, before checking his watch and then walking across the hallway to sit on the stairs. "I used protection," he says after a moment. "Every fucking time, I used a condom. I mean, those things are supposed to be one hundred per cent reliable, aren't they? That's what it said on the machine at the bar. Kind of, anyway. Ninety-nine per cent or something, but that's basically a hundred. What the hell happened? Did you tear them on purpose?"

"Why the hell would I do that?"

He pauses.

"I'm having it," she says firmly. "I don't give a damn what you think, but I'm having this baby. There's no fucking way I'm letting you talk me into getting another abortion. I can't go through that again."

"But if -"

"No!" she says, raising her voice. "Just... no! Seriously, Carl. You weren't there, okay, so you don't know what it was like."

They stand in an awkward silence for a moment.

"Sure," he says eventually.

"Sure?"

He nods.

"And you're gonna need a better job," she continues. "There's no way you can support me and a baby on whatever your uncle gives you at that garage. You need a proper job, Carl. One with proper regular hours and a regular pay-check and all that crap. Something with a contract, and health benefits, and stable hours and holiday time and all that stuff that other people, normal people, have.

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