Nanowrimo 2016

Aftertime — Twelve [HIM]

“But there’s nothing left out there!” I raised my voice to him, trying to convince him this was a bad idea. He didn’t listen.

“Ah don’t care what you think you know, boy. You git yer ass out there and find us some goddamn supplies. And don’t come back until ya…

Aftertime — Eleven

Hours pass. The rain stopped, then started again, and stopped for the final time. I check my watch and see that it’s clear past dinner time.

We’ve shifted positions as the time crept by. No where was comfortable and out of sight. The best thing we could do was suck it…

Aftertime — Ten

It takes us another half hour before we’re climbing over the concrete borders, onto the freeway. There’s an endless amount of cars, and I think even if we are able to find one, how would we even get it off the road?

Aftertime — Nine

A couple of days pass, and all I can manage to do is mope around. I keep thinking about what happened, and then I get emotional, and then I can’t stop thinking about the past. It’s a stupid, vicious cycle that doesn’t want to end. So, I’m done waiting around to feel better. I just need to do what I…

Aftertime — Eight

“You’re holding it wrong again,” he told me, reaching around me to adjust my hands. I sighed in annoyance. I’d been practicing for more than three hours now and he still hadn’t let me fire a single round. I needed to learn how to shoot, didn’t I?

Aftertime — Seven

Its around noon now and me and Trev still haven’t said anything else to one another. Not that I care, because the last thing I want to talk about is where my dad is. I’m sure Trev has a pretty good idea, but I still don’t want to discuss it.

Aftertime — Six

Somehow, I had managed to fall back asleep last night after my little hellish dream. Rising out of my bed this morning, however, was proving to be challenging.

I feel like total shit.

Aftertime — Five

“To being happy,” I echo him, nodding.

I watch him as he takes a long drink. Is it really okay to be drinking? What if we get drunk and someone tries to get inside the library? Would we even be able to react in time? I sigh. I have to trust that Trev has thought all of…

Aftertime — Four

The next few days, we do more supply runs. We gather more wash tubs, curtains, towels and miscellaneous things. Before we leave today, however, Trevor wants to look at some mattresses. I groan, because I know how difficult it’s going to be to get back to the library, but he reminds me, “It can’t be…

Aftertime — Three

My eyes flutter open to the sound of foot steps. I sit up instantly, almost forgetting about my guest. When I look up, rubbing my eyes, I see him standing before me with a smile on his face.

“I made breakfast,” he says and motions for me to join him.