Blood Memory: The Complete Season One (Books 1-5)

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Author: Perrin Briar
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one day I promise we’ll find them.”
    Anne shared a look with Joel as Jordan read the article. Stan rested a hand on her shoulder and gave it a light squeeze.
    After reading it, Jordan looked dazed. “But my barracks-”
    “It’s gone.”
    “My friends and family…”
    “They could still be alive,” Anne said, “but you’ll probably never see them again. They’ll be on the run, like us. Looking for somewhere safe.”
    Jordan’s eyes swam with tears, not of distress, but anger. “Why are you saying this?”
    “It’s the truth,” Mary said.
    “I was with my friends in the canteen just a few days ago…”
    “That memory happened six years ago,” Anne said.
    Jordan shook his head. “No.”
    “For some reason you can’t remember the Incident. Maybe your mind is trying to protect you from it, I don’t know.” Anne nodded to the porthole. “Look outside and you will see we’re currently moored off the coast of Felixstowe. You’ll be able to see what I’m telling you is the truth.”
    Jordan looked from Anne to Joel to Stan, then Mary, who all sat before him, crowded in the tiny cabin. He searched their faces for some sign of a cruel joke. None of them looked away. He pushed himself up, leaned forward on the bed, and was about to peer out of the porthole when he stopped. He shut his eyes and a cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
    Mary stepped forward to help him . Anne held out a hand, stopping her.
    Jordan fell back into bed.
    Anne turned her head and nodded, the signal for them all to silently filter out. Soon it was just Anne and Jordan in the room.
    “You’re welcome to stay with us for as long as you want, Jordan. Or leave. It’s up to you. But there are things on the land. Creatures. People you might recognise but aren’t human anymore. The world has become a more dangerous place than you remember.”
    Anne rose and walked to the door .
    “Anne,” Jordan said, voice threatening to break any moment. “Thank you.”
    Anne closed the door behind herself. After a moment she heard soft crying.

5.
    “Good shot!” Joel said.
    “I still missed,” Jessie pouted.
    “But you’re getting closer. Try again.”
    Jessie raised the rifle up to her cheek and lined up for another shot. She fired. There was the sound of a metallic tink as the bullet hit a tin can bobbing five yards out at sea.
    “I did it!” Jessie shouted, fist pumping the air. “I did it! Mary, did you see?”
    “Yes baby, I saw,” Mary said, lifting her eyes from her half-knitted woollen hat and smiling. Stacey lay asleep in her lap.
    “Stan!” Jessie said. “Did you see me?”
    Stan sat crouched, etching a tally mark in the stern with a pocketknife. The tallies stretched from one end of the boat to the other in one continuous unbroken line. “What was that, dear?” he said, not looking up.
    Jessie’s shoulders slouched.
    “Well done, Jess,” Joel said, “you did a great job. But this time-”
    The cabin door creaked open as Jordan made his way up the final few stairs. His face was drawn and pale, a scraggly beard caking his face. He was still very weak and walked with one hand on the wall to brace himself at all times. Anne put the book she was reading down and moved to aid him, but he waved her off.
    “I’m all right. Do you mind if I join you?”
    “Of course not,” Anne said. “Sit down.”
    He sat on the hard plastic bench that ran around the deck. A tarpaulin was stretched above them, acting as shelter from the sun. It ran down at a sharp angle to a series of buckets and containers. Everyone pretended to focus on what they were doing, but Anne sensed they were all conscious of him. Stacey, awake, stared at him openly, but Mary was quick to divert her attention.
    “Look down the rifle,” Joel said to Jessie, “down the sight. Try to line it up with the can over there. Good. Now gently pull the trigger.” This time she missed.
    “So close! Never mind. Once out of five isn’t so bad.”
    Joel picked up a

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