My Apocalypse (Book 1): The Fall Read Free Page B

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                  "Comic-con was supposed to start today." I told them. "Maybe it has got something to do with that. Whatever the reason, I still doubt it's real. Courtney's old mans recall was just a coincidence. Tomorrow they'll be back online, apologizing to us, but laughing at our gullibility behind our backs."
                  I got up and carried Seth back to his pallet on the floor. My back popped as I laid him down. I was getting to old to be carrying these kids around, and they were getting to big. I looked around. Tyler, our oldest boy, had slept straight through all of what had happened. He lay there, snoring away, content in his dreamland. Aliyah was curled into a ball on the living room chair, whimpering slightly. She seemed to still be having bad dreams, and I wished I could do something to console her.
                  I walked into the kitchen and started my coffeepot. I figured that since it was now closer to five than to four, might as well get my day started. Thunder boomed overhead, and rain pelted against our windows. I looked out the small one above our freezer, and in the growing gray of morning, saw the old mans vines causing the fence to droop heavily. I'd have to do something, I thought to myself, or else that thing was going to come crashing down. Once more I shook my head.
                  Crystal and Jazzy were talking quietly when I came back into the living room. I reached over and hit the power button on our computer before grabbing the cigarette container. I had just got finished rolling the first one, and watching the computer flash to life, when I heard the fence outside crash again. Fudgies throaty, high pitched, whine came through the window. Crystal looked out the window and sighed.
                  "He's pulling again. The fucking dogs going to snap that fucking cable."
                  "We got a spare, right?" I asked her. She nodded.
                  I had just pulled up my novel, staring at it blankly, when it happened.
                  A loud snap came through the window, a sound like a bullwhip cracking. Crystal and I both shot to look out, though she got there first. Shaking her head and laughing slightly, she looked over at me, a huge smile on her face.
                  "You called it didn't you?" I asked her. Her response was a simple nod.
                  I sat back down and grabbed my boots. Sliding them back on, I couldn't help but laugh with her. Looking up into her eyes, I say them sparkling with mirth. Jazzy sat there chuckling softly also.
                  "You're a bitch." I shot at Crystal.
                  "You love it." she replied, leaning forward and giving me a kiss.
                  I hopped up and turned once more towards our back door. I was not looking forward to chasing this dumb ass dog down in the middle of a thunderstorm. I had just got my jacket on, and placed my hand on the knob to head outside when I heard footsteps behind me. Figuring it to be my beloved, I turned around, a smart ass quip on the edge of my tongue. I choked it back when I saw that it was not Crystal, but rather our daughter Aliyah. Her eyes were wide with fear.
                  "What's up squirt?"
                  "Don't go out Eddy," she said, grabbing my hand. "I had a bad dream. You should stay here."
                  "Chickadee," I said to her, planting a kiss on her forehead, "it's alright. I just got to go grab Fudgie. Only take a second."
                  "But," she began, but let go of my hand.
                  "I'll be right back, don't worry." I smiled and threw her a wink, then opened the door and stepped out into the rain once again.
                  I should have listened.

 
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