Storm's Fury (Book 4): Jaws of Death by Bell Justin & Kraus Mike

Author:Bell, Justin & Kraus, Mike [Bell, Justin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Post-Apocalyptic | Survival
Publisher: Muonic Press Inc
Published: 2020-05-28T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Somewhere in Idaho

Laura wasn’t sure how long she’d slept or what time it was, but waking up felt like crawling out of a deep, dark cave into light, the darkness drifting away as she forced herself into a strange state of semi-consciousness. The cabin faded into view as she awoke, the small, ramshackle hunting structure basically a single room encompassing the cot she slept on, the wood stove, makeshift kitchen with icebox, and the central living area.

The rest of the cabin was empty. There was no sign of Jack or Bruiser anywhere. Laura got to her feet, closing her eyes as an aromatic scent filtered past her nose. It was something familiar, something deeply ingrained in her, and something she’d kept as part of their routine.

Coffee. During the trek east, they’d often brewed a small pot using the travel press that she’d brought with her, though it was generally pretty weak for fear of using too much and running out. The coffee that morning smelled hot, rich, and very fresh, and she could see the metal pot on the wood stove, tendrils of fragrant steam rising out of the spout.

Before she made her way toward the stove, she reached to the table next to the cot and plucked the pistol from it, sliding it into the waistband of her pants. She did it instinctively these days. Stopping for a moment, she looked around the cabin, quietly appreciating the stillness and silence of the world.

During her frequent camping trips, it was that time of day and those surroundings that kept her sane in her busy life. Those early morning moments before the world was fully awake, when all that surrounded her were trees and nature, the rapid-fire pace of Seattle life behind her, for forty-eight hours anyway.

But it had been far longer than forty-eight hours. It had been over two weeks. Two weeks of danger, two weeks of death, two weeks of constant threats. Still, in spite of all of that, she felt a peace in the cabin that she relished. A serenity as important to her as any friends or job duties. Almost as important as family.

Reaching down to the end table, she picked up the folded photograph she’d looked at the night before, staring at it as she walked to the wood stove. It took her just a moment to find the same metal cup she’d used last night and to fill it with steaming, black liquid. She tucked the photograph away and pictured her ex-husband and daughter in her mind. For a moment she considered changing their plans. Instead of going to Wyoming, they could head south towards Louisiana, straight toward the two people who had meant more to her than she’d ever realized.

But no. That time would come. First, she needed an anchor point, a place to set up more permanent roots, a community to surround her, Jack, and Bruiser. As dangerous as other people were in this new world, there was also safety in numbers,

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