Dark of Night (Dangerous Nights - A Zombie Apocalypse Thriller Book 2)

by Baileigh Higgins

  “I see,” Cat replied, her hands clenching into fists.

  “Oh, yes. You should know one thing. Nadia is dead. I killed her.”

  “What?” Cat gasped, the room swaying around her. “Why? You said―”

  “Unfortunately, your friend was the cause of my brother’s death and the destruction of our camp. Our home. She was never part of the deal.” Jay shrugged. “You would do well to think of your mother and Lisa, though. They still remain, as does little Sam and his brother Ralph. Such cute boys, don’t you think?”

  “You wouldn’t hurt a child,” Cat said, aghast at the mere thought.

  “Wouldn’t I? You could call my bluff…if you like.”

  Cat shook her head, grief for Nadia uppermost in her thoughts. But Jay was right. The others were still alive and would stay that way if she gave in. “Fine. I choose you, Jay.”

  “Are you sure?” Jay asked with a smirk. “You’re not going to change your mind later on?”

  “No. I’ve made my choice, and I’ll stick to it.”

  Jay nodded. “Good. Now take a bath and put on something nice. I require your presence at dinner tonight. We have much to discuss, including your upcoming battle in the Ring.”

  With those parting words, he left the room, leaving Cat feeling sick to her stomach. She fell to the ground as her knees gave way. “What have I done? Ring? Battle?”

  But that wasn’t the worst. Tears streamed down her face, and she clutched her hair by the roots, pulling until her scalp hurt. “Nadia, I’m so sorry. God, I’m so sorry for failing you. Please, forgive me, because I never will.”

  The End.

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  Chapter 1 - Nadia

  Nadia’s eyes fluttered open, her brain struggling to regain consciousness. Every fiber of her being screamed at her to wake up. Wake up before she was found, helpless and vulnerable. Found? Found by what?

  She blinked, becoming aware of her surroundings. Her body lay on something soft…water. She was lying in a stream, floating on the current that gently bobbed her limbs up and down.

  Nadia reached out with her right hand and encountered earth. Mud. The embankment. She was next to the edge, her body in the shallows. She gasped as her memories returned, and with it the fiery agony in her stomach.

  With a twist of her head, she looked around, noting that she was caught in a pool formed by a willow tree’s roots. With a grunt of pain, she struggled upright, the fire in her belly growing into a raging furnace.

  Blood stained the water around her deep crimson in color. Her blood. Nadia pressed one hand to the stab wound in her middle. More blood flowed from the injury, each drop she shed weakening her further. Already, she was dizzy with blood loss, her mouth as dry as dust. Her head swam as she looked around, searching for any signs of the undead. If one of them found her now, she was a goner, unarmed and injured as she was.

  But the area was quiet, the only sounds those of the water chuckling across the river stones that pebbled it and the birdsong in the trees. Even so, she was in more trouble than she’d ever been before in her life. This time you’re really in for it, girl.

  Goosebumps pebbled her skin as the cold set in, her body warmth leaching away with each breath. She had to get out of the water, and she had to treat her wound…stop the bleeding.

  Nadia thrashed about like a fish out of water as she struggled to climb the muddy embankment, each step an effort not to slide back into the river. Finally, she reached the top and lay gasping, each breath a battle to be won.

  Finally, she gathered the strength to sit upright. Mud coated her clothes and skin. She lifted her shirt and winced when she saw the angry red stab wound weeping blood in her middle. When Jay had stabbed her, he’d aimed for her stomach. She’d managed to twist at the last moment, and hoped that his blade had missed her vital organs. Still, it was bad. Very bad. She could either bleed to death or die of infection without antibiotics.

  Nadia pulled off her leather jacket and shook some of the water out of it before draping it across the ground. With shivering hands, she removed her shirt, leaving behind only her thin vest. With her teeth, she tore the shirt into long strips and lay them aside. Next, she grabbed handfuls of the moss growing between the roots of the willow trees, their spongy mass the best thing next to gauze. This she bound over her injury using the strips from her shirt. It would slow the bleeding, if not stop it.

  Once her wound was taken care of, she put her jacket back on and got to her feet. She searched her pockets but found nothing except a wet lighter, a nail file, and a stick of chewing gum which she popped into her mouth.

  At least, she still carried the cross around her neck. A small mercy. She removed it, wrapping the chain around her palm with the sharp end ready to stab anything that came near her.

  With that, she set off, following the river downstream. She didn’t dare go back, not with Jay and his Ravagers there. There were too many of them, the back streets and alleys crawling with their evil forms like cockroaches in the night.

  Neil and the council might not know it yet, but they were doomed. The town wasn’t safe anymore, and Jay was coming for them. Their only hope, Cat and Lisa’s only hope, lay with Nadia and her survival. I have to fetch help. It’s the only way. I must get to St. Francis.

  “Not that I know where the hell I am. Or where civilization is. I need a ride. I can’t walk the entire way. Not like this,” she muttered. “Follow the river. It should lead to something, and at least you’ll have water.”

  She carried on walking until the embankment sloped down at a gentle degree to the river’s edge. Nadia stumbled over and sank to her knees, scooping handfuls of water into her mouth. It occurred to her that the water might be dirty, but she was so thirsty, she didn’t care.

  “Besides, isn’t shallow river water that flows over rocks supposed to be okay? It looks clear enough and tastes fine,” she mused. “Either way, it’s too late now.”

  With an effort, she got back to her feet and pushed on, one hand pressed to her middle, the other clutching her cross. She grunted with pain when her foot slid sideways, jolting her torso. An answering groan emerged from a clearing in front of her, and Nadia froze. Shit!

  A shambling figure emerged from the gloom, heading straight for her. It was a particularly nasty specimen, strips of flesh peeling away from its scalp and cheeks. Its eyes were blackened pits, and its teeth rotted and decayed.

  It groaned, barely able to move. At least, the thing was slow. Nadia gritted her teeth and readied herself to fight. There was no way she could run away from the thing in her condition.

  The zombie reached for her with clawed hands, and she grabbed his wrist to pull him off balance. Rotten meat sloughed off his bones at her touch, thick slime coating her fingers. The stench of rotting offal hit her nostrils, and she gagged. “Holy shit!”

  Not daring to let go, she yanked its arm again, harder this time, and stepped to the side. As the thing fell forward, she stabbed it in the eye with the cross, allowing the sharp end to slide in as its weight came down.

  She let go and danced back, hoping the zombie was dead. When it didn’t move, she prodded it with her foot. It was a goner, and she breathed a sigh of relief. Reaching down, she pulled her cross free before searching its
pockets. Nothing.

  Swallowing her disappointment, she made her way back to the water’s edge, washing her hands and her cross until it was free of the blood and slime. With no other options open to her, Nadia kept moving, fighting against the pain and fatigue that threatened to bring her to her knees.

  “Keep going, Nadia. Keep going,” she muttered.

  As she forced one foot in front of the other, those words became her mantra. Keep going. Keep going. Keep going. Until the words swam through her head on a loop. Over and over again. She stopped twice more to drink water, her thirst a raging beast that wouldn’t let go.

  The moss padding her wound had soaked through, and blood trickled down her leg in a warm stream. Nadia gritted her teeth as yet another wave of dizziness almost brought her to her knees. If another zombie found her now, she was done for.

  “Come on. You can do it. Move. One step, two steps…that’s it,” Nadia coaxed, staring at her feet as if she could move them through sheer willpower.

  A ditch hidden by leaves proved her undoing, and Nadia felt herself falling with no way to stop. She tumbled into the hole, rolling head over heels until she landed flat on her back, lungs heaving as her wound set alight. Her mind cried out in agony, and she longed to scream for real, to trumpet her suffering to the world, but common sense kept her lips shut. She lay in silence, breathing through the pain until it became part of her, settling into a dull throb. Only then did she fight her way out of the ditch and back to her feet.

  The sun moved across the sky as she walked, the hours passing faster than she wished. Night was coming, and she had nowhere to shelter, nowhere to hide from the infected that roamed the woods.

  Bit by bit, the light grew fainter, fading from bright yellow to dull orange, burnt red, and finally, steel grey. The woods came alive with the oncoming darkness as nocturnal animals stirred, ready for the hours of activity ahead. Nadia started at every rustle, every twig that snapped or leaf that moved.

  Hopelessness set in, and despair weighed on her shoulders. “I can’t go on. Not anymore. I’m done…I’m done.”

  Nadia was prepared to give up when her next steps took her into a clearing. Her eyes roamed across the open space until they froze in shock. Her breathing quickened as hope filled her being, lightening her tread and granting her the strength to keep going. A cabin!

  “Oh, thank, God,” she whispered, pushing her body forward until she faced the steps leading up to the door.

  The wooden house was old but sturdy. Its windows were covered in wooden shutters, and the door looked solid. A chimney rose from the roof, and a stack of firewood sat next to the door along with a bucket.

  Nadia looked around, searching the area for the telltale shuffle of a zombie. An ax leaned against the porch railing, and she picked it up, brushing away a layer of dust. “Here zombie, zombie, zombie,” she called in a low voice.

  Nothing happened.

  With her heart banging in her throat, she walked up the steps. With a fist, she pounded on the door and listened for the sounds of infected from within.

  Still nothing.

  Almost fainting with relief, she opened the door and waited. The air that wafted out was stale but free of rot. Inside, it was empty. The one-room cabin was just as its owner had left it.

  Nadia sagged with exhaustion, her energy reserves spent, but she couldn’t relax yet. Night was coming. She had to hurry. Still carrying the ax, she took the empty bucket and filled it at the river’s edge. She used it to rinse and fill the enormous kettle standing next to the fire before topping up the bucket again. Satisfied that she had enough water to last the night, she turned her attention to heat.

  The fireplace was empty, and she stacked it with wood and kindling. A box of matches lay on the mantle, and she managed to get a fire going. Not content, she carried in the rest of the wood as well, enough to last her the night. She kept the ax too.

  As night fell across the woods, Nadia closed the cabin door and barred it from within. After that, she checked the shutters, making sure each of them was secured from within and couldn’t be pried open.

  At last, she was safe, or as safe as it was possible to be, and sank onto the bed as her knees gave way. Tears dripped down her cheeks as she faced the realization that she was alone and friendless, injured and vulnerable.

  After a minute, she shook her head, her will to survive stronger than self-pity. She wasn’t friendless. She had Lisa and Cat who relied on her. She was their only hope. Nadia brushed away her tears. “Get it together, girl. You’re better than this.”

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  South African writer and coffee addict, Baileigh Higgins, lives in the Free State with hubby and best friend Brendan and loves nothing more than lazing on the couch with pizza and a bad horror movie. Her unhealthy obsession with the end of the world has led to numerous books on the subject and a secret bunker only she knows the location of. Visit her website to sign up for updates, freebies, and more!

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