Taste Treat #5 Objects in View   Leave a comment

Objects in View Front CoverSilence woke him. He blinked into the darkness, disoriented, tasting the staleness of the air, sensing the concrete a couple of inches from his face and the echoing chamber at his back. He remembered and rolled onto his back, listening for the patter of rain on the concrete roof. The growl of a dog-day storm had drifted off to the south while he slept and now the rain ceased to fall. Its absence deafened him in this dark prison.

Halfway there, he thought.

Could he last that long?

Shane had known sheltering would mean an uncomfortable time underground without fresh air. The alternative had never occurred to him until after he’d closed the door. Death by radiation poisoning was too slow to be attractive.

Or had been, before he shut out the light and fresh air. Contemplating the carbon dioxide levels made radiation poisoning seem almost preferable.

He’d lost track of the time, refusing to waste battery power by checking his cell, but he had slept, so he figured it was morning.

He guessed 12 hours since he had last peed. The bruises on his face were less tender. Maybe he’d slept longer than he’d thought. Or else the aspirin had been more effective than he’d supposed. Or maybe the lack of air was starting to affect him.

Did Rigby set this room up? Do I trust that Dylan was telling the truth? Am I losing my mind? Did I do it and not remember? I did smack my head.

His stomach growled. He needed light to prepare an MRE, but light held its own dangers. He had opted for darkness because it was less crazy making. Would it have been easier if he had sheltered with Alex and Keri at the farm? No, seven people in the root cellar would be much worse. They’d expect him to be civil when all he wanted was to retreat in his misery and wait it out … which was pretty much what he was doing now. Except he was hungry and he needed to urinate.

Hunger was a good sign. Alone and trapped might have turned badly for him, but he wasn’t hungry for the barrel of his gun. He was dreaming of MRE gourmet.

 

Lela Markham is an Alaska speculative fiction novelist. Objects in View is Book 2 of an apocalyptic series, Transformation Project. It will be available October 4 on Amazon and Createspace. Book 1, Life As We Knew It is available now.

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