Quasar Apocalypse: An EMP Post Apocalypse Novel by Greg Wulfe

Author:Greg Wulfe [Wulfe, Greg]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-03-06T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

Sheer panic pulsed through me as I sprinted back to the barn and burst into the camp. I rushed to the first sleeping bag and shook the occupant awake without even bothering to check who it was. I just knew we needed to move fast.

“Hey, wake up!” I hissed urgently. “We need to leave, now! Let’s go.”

Confusion and sleepiness lingered in Aiden’s eyes as he struggled to wake up. Before he could ask any questions, though, I moved to the next sleeping bag and shook Victoria’s shoulder.

“Get up, we’re in danger,” I whispered in a grave tone.

Victoria blinked, but something in my face seemed to register with her. Her brows dropped, and her eyes steeled as she sat up straight and glanced at her son, before her eyes met mine again.

“What is it, Scott?” she whispered. “What–”

“No time to explain,” I replied. “We need to leave right now. Get everyone else up and get moving. There are people in a basement downstairs, and they’re involved in something dangerous. We need to get out of here before they catch us.”

Victoria’s eyes went wide, but she nodded and turned to the next sleeping bag. She shook her son’s shoulder and then told Aiden to start packing up as quickly as possible.

I moved on to Haley, Noah, and Wesley, and the others woke up on their own as we began to move.

“Wha… What’s going on?” Ethan moaned to his mum.

“I can’t find my glasses,” Lucas muttered as he shoved his sleeping bag hastily into his backpack.

“I have them, son,” Wesley said. “Here you go. Scott, really, what is going on?”

“There’s no time,” I said. “Just trust me. We need to leave now.”

There wasn’t time to tell them what was happening, but the panicky motions of Victoria and I were enough to set everyone in motion. The group began to stuff their sleeping bags into backpacks and gather their belongings with a sense of urgency. The atmosphere in the barn shifted from the initial grogginess of interrupted sleep to a tense and hurried pace.

“Is this some kind of prank?” Noah asked with his voice tinged with a mix of irritation and confusion.

“No prank, Noah,” I hissed. “We’re in danger, and we need to move.”

“Just get going, son,” Haley added, her words carrying a weight that conveyed the seriousness of the situation.

The rhythmic rustling of sleeping bags being packed echoed through the barn, accompanied by the occasional clatter of equipment and gear, and I hoped that the noise wouldn’t be a giveaway. Although, then I remembered the levels of noise we had made last night while the boys played and guessed that there was plenty of soundproofing.

The group formed a huddle as they threw their backpacks over their shoulders and looked at me for their next steps.

“Stay close, and keep quiet,” I instructed as the group huddled together. “Let’s go.”

There was no time to wait for a response, so I ran back to the entrance and then peered around the side of the door.

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