by Maxey, Phil
“Yeah… I’m not sure about that. Maybe. What about you? Any long-term plans?”
“I think I’m just going to concentrate on being a mom…”
A mile to the east, inside the ruin of the old local government building, Galloway righted a picture frame and sat in a leather chair. She looked down, trying to open a drawer when the door in front of her creaked open. Dalton stood in the doorway, a backpack across his shoulder. Her hand slid towards her side.
“I wouldn’t go for that gun if I were you. I could fill you with holes and no one would care. Hell, they would probably thank me. So put your hands on the desk.”
She nodded, doing as asked. “I thought I was doing—”
He held his hand up. “I don’t care about the ‘why’s.’ Because of you a good woman, and hundreds of others died.” He stepped closer making her lean back in the opposite direction. “And if there were more than a few hundred people left on this island, and by ‘island’ I mean the whole of Puerto Rico, I reckon I would end you.” He sighed, briefly looking down then smiled to himself. “But I’m going to start, how I mean to keep on, and if you can help these people stay alive, then I think Geri would want you to keep on living.” He turned and walked away.
Galloway let out a breath.
“Right, children.” said Anna in a classroom a hundred yards to the south. “Open your biology books to the first page.” She looked across the room of thirty-four young faces, including Barry and Layla. “Today we learn what it means to be human.”
Outside an apartment block nearby, Corine and Sasha waited impatiently, both in bikinis with a towel over their shoulders. They watched as Evan ran up the steps to his new apartment.
“Come on! I want to get to the beach!” said Sasha.
He waved back, smiling. “Just give me a few minutes before I join you, I need to get sun lotion. I burn easily!”
“Oh, ha ha.”
He smiled then quickly walked up the stairs, using the key and moved inside, closing the world out. Without pause he walked into his bedroom, then to the closest, pulling it open and in the faint light from the window, kneeled and pulled back some carpet, then the same again for the floorboard below.
Reaching beneath the wooden beams, his fingers touched the cool plastic of the bag of blood.
The End.
Thanks for reading The Scourge book 6: The Last Tomb.
Sadly this is the final book in the series. I hope you have enjoyed it!
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About the Author
Phil Maxey is an author who resides in the UK. Formally a game developer he now spends his time putting his love of sci-fi and the paranormal into words.
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