Swords of Flame (The Chris Carter Series Book 1) by J.R. Geoghan

Author:J.R. Geoghan [Geoghan, J.R.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Adventus Press
Published: 2017-12-25T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter 16 - Athanatoi

What seemed like an hour later, I slowly, painfully opened my eyes. They felt like they were full of sand, as did my mouth.

Rolling onto my back, I realized slowly that it was indeed sand; the stuff was all over me, in ears, eyes, nose and mouth. And blood. I felt it here and there, sticking in my hair. With the sand. I was positively crusty. My hands went to my head, which tingled and tingled with that sense of warm energy. In fact I could feel it everywhere inside me, moving, surging back and forth within. My body. Like dizziness, but everywhere. Like I felt…before.

I was on a beach. Slowly, I sat up and took in the crash scene.

The train had hit the demolished track and the locomotive had apparently cartwheeled; it was now upside-down and embedded in a massive sandy mound that it had created upon impact. The cars were crushed beyond recognition and spread across the beach all around me, pulverized from flipping off the track and rolling for a hundred yards. There was the smell of acrid smoke and small fires were burning amid the rubble. A creek emptied into the ocean here, and train parts stuck up out of the damp sand at crazy angles. It was the opening scene of that TV show, Lost.

Slowly, I got to my feet and stood unsteadily. Only a few yards away, I noticed a row of seats, seemingly intact, with several bodies still strapped in; some of the Governor’s staff. They were badly crushed where they sat.

Nothing was moving on that beach. Everything was dead. Everybody.

Except me.

I began stumbling towards the track, noticing through the hazy smoke that hung over the beach that we were directly in front of the Del Mar Racetrack, which I recognized. I forced myself to think. How was it that I had lived? Whose blood was I covered in? Where had the angels gone? What had become of the Governor?

Suddenly I stepped into an eddy of water and fell face first in it. The salt should have stung my wounds but I didn’t register the pain. Instead, the cold water cleared my mind somewhat and washed much of the sand off me—a Godsend. I crawled out of it and regained my feet.

On instinct I began to feel my body for injuries. Although my clothes were ripped to shreds and my ears were ringing, I could find no wounds or pain points. Then I remembered getting shot at least once. Desperately, I felt around my torso as I sank to my knees on the beach. I could find no entry or exit wounds, despite the blood. Then my fingers found the set of holes in my shirt front, down low. At least four in a nice row. I tried to look at them but my eyes were misting up with emotion and confusion. My chest heaved as I tried to fight the rising panic and get my breath back. Back I went to my knees, but a strong pair of hands caught me as I fell.

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