Powerless Winter: A Post Apocalyptic EMP Thriller (Surviving the EMP Book 5) by Ryan Casey

Author:Ryan Casey [Casey, Ryan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Higher Bank Books
Published: 2019-09-26T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Five

Jack paced around the woods and kept his eyes on his surroundings at all times.

It was late. The air was still, little specks of snow falling occasionally. There was no movement around at all, and no sounds, either. But Jack had to stay on guard. He didn’t want to risk running into Martin’s group. He knew they were behind somewhere.

The group had stopped in the middle of the woods to grab a few hours rest before making their next step at sunrise. But Jack couldn’t sleep. Rest wasn’t an option, either.

He just walked around the woods and thought about where he was going to go from here.

He looked back towards where he knew his group was camping, and he thought about Pete. Ever since he’d re-appeared out of nowhere, he hadn’t been able to tear Hazel from his side.

And he got it. He understood it.

But it wasn’t just Hazel. Villain seemed taken by Pete, too. Seemed to want to spend more time with him than he did Jack.

And he knew he was being stupid. He knew he was just being jealous.

But he couldn’t help it.

It felt like he’d been so close to a fresh start. So close to a new beginning.

And now everything was falling apart again.

He walked further through the trees, and he thought about just walking away. Leaving his people with Pete for him to take them to this safe place. Jack could find his own way. He knew how to survive out here in the wild.

But then he couldn’t walk away from his people. Not while there was danger out there. Not while Martin still followed them.

Besides. Pete said something about a threat he was out here eliminating. He hadn’t elaborated on that. But it didn’t exactly put Jack at ease.

He heard footsteps to his right and froze.

He turned around. Tightened his grip on his knife.

He had to be ready for anything.

He had to be ready to defend his people.

He walked slowly towards the source of that movement. His heart pounded. He gripped his knife with his cold hands as a cool breeze brushed against him once more.

He went to lunge towards this movement in the foliage.

Pete staggered back. Hands raised. “Whoa. Just me. Just me.”

Jack held on to his knife as he stared at Pete, and for a horrible moment, he thought about burying it into his neck. Finishing him off. Pretending he’d fallen in some horrible accident. That’d be one way of dealing with the Pete problem.

But then he shook that thought away. Lowered his knife. Turned around. “You shouldn’t creep up on people like that.”

Pete sighed. “It’s good. We were best friends for twenty damned years, remember? I always was quicker than you. And better than you at pretty much everything.”

Jack felt sickness right in his gut. Memories of his past friendship with Pete filled his mind. The times they’d race one another when they were staying at Jack’s grandparents’ caravan site in the Lakes. The play-fights they’d have.

And no matter how old they were, no matter how much Jack fought, Pete was always quicker than him.

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