Page 7 of Redemption
I bounce on my toes, drawing in breath after breath as I psyche myself up for the race—or fight—of my life. I can do this. They’re out of shape. I’m... still out of shape, but less so than them. Plus, I have a gun, too! I can totally win today. I can do this. I can—
Suddenly, like a miraculous twist of fate, both my stalkers turn and start to head back the way they came.
Without a second to lose, I take the chance to escape, twisting in the direction of the archway behind me, but I’m stopped by a living brick wall before I even get a chance to fully turn around.
Son of a fucking cock-sucking twat waffle!
This new guy wastes no time as he pulls me against his much larger frame from behind, clamping a hand around my mouth while dragging me through the archway and into another garden. I go for my gun—my only saving grace left in my metaphorical bag of tricks—but my assailant wraps himself tighter around me, forcing my arms down and my only weapon to press firmly against my side. With a growl, I buck my body, writhing and fighting with every ounce of energy I have, but the guy just won’t let up!
MOVE YOUR ASS, BITCH!!!!
With a frustrated roll of my eyes, I mentally chastise my inner self, telling her to shut the fuck up and let me focus on not getting my ass kidnappedagain!
At least it’s just this one guy instead of the two, but I still need to figure out a way to get this asshole off of me before they all come back and take me to that Godforsaken funny farm. They can shove their kumbaya bullshit right up their righteous asses if they think I’m going to go down without a—
“It’s ok, Mi Alma. I’m going to get you out of here.”
What... in the actual...fuck....
My heart just about seizes up at the softly spoken words and the meaning known only to me and one otherveryspecific—verydeceased—person. Everything I think I know flips upside down. My vision blurs, confusion and panic taking over against the irrationality crowding at my back. My mind blanks, muscles melting in his arms as I try to justify the impossibility of hearing that voice.
Hisvoice.
At my assumed surrender, he loosens his grip on my face, his hand lowering just enough to....
I shouldn’t say anything, shouldn’t make any noise that might draw the others to us, but I can’t seem to stop myself.
His name sounds foreign as it falls from my lips in a stuttered gasp. “Darius?”
Chapter Four
Dare
My heart pounds beneath my chest as everything around me grows silent for the first time in months.
...
................
Ho-ly. Fuck.
She’s...
... She’s really here....
Mi Alma....
Chapter Five
Aly
How is this possible?
Is this real?
No…
I shake my head. This can’t possibly be real. He’s dead. Jax said there was no one left alive. He went to the base when everything first started. Confirmed everyone had turned. No survivors. There werenosurvivors. Which means, since Darius was last seen on base, he, too, would be among the dead.
