Decay (Book 2): Humanity by Linus Locke

still a little light left, the stars were starting to shine. It was a warmer night than it has been, and he was thankful for that.
    “I’m sorry,” Tyler apologized.
    “Do not be. Take care of your wife, Tyler. We will all be back in the morning.” They shook hands and parted ways. Once in his room Jonathan climbed into his bed. He didn’t sleep.
     
    The knock on Jonathan’s door came at nine minutes to one. He was awake watching the moonlight shining through the curtains as it danced on the ceiling. “Come in!” he said. His heart beat sped up as Laikynn walked through the door. Even in the dim light, her green eyes took his breath away. Jonathan sat up on the bed and Laikynn sat down next to him.
    “Did you enjoy your kip?” she asked.
    “If you mean sleep, no, I couldn’t.”
    She nodded in understanding. “I’m sorry. I know you feel like I’m a terrible person. You must think that maybe I’m off my nut for wanting to go after these people. They have to be taken care of, Jonathan. I don’t mean to bring you and your friends into this, but I think its fate that brought us together.”
    Laikynn placed her hand on Jonathan’s cheek. The soft skin of her fingers was warm. “I need you to help us. I want you to stay–when we’re done.”
    He hated being a teenager. His hormones waged war with his mind. He thought he could love once before, and then he watched as that love was torn from his life. Laikynn was stunning, not only in her physical beauty, but her confidence. This drove Jonathan crazy.
    “I really do not know what to do, Laikynn. I need to go find my family.”
    “You are a man well beyond your years, Jonathan,” Laikynn said as she stood.
    Jonathan watched her while his mind raced back and forth trying to figure out what to do, but he didn’t have to make that decision. Instead of walking away, Laikynn straddled his lap. His cock stiffened instantly as her lips locked against his and he knew his hormones were victorious.
    “I told Hugo we may start a little later than planned,” she panted as she ripped her coat off and began unbuttoning her blouse.
    “Yeah,” was all Jonathan could say as the two fell back onto the bed.

Chapter 8
 
    “Now that we’re all here,” Hugo looked at Laikynn with a slight impatience. “The plan really is simple. We will drive you out to your posts. There you will wait for anyone that isn’t us. You shoot on sight. No survivors. I’ll lead a team into the camp. This team will take out everyone, so chances are you won’t even need to fire a shot.” Hugo’s gaze rested on a shaky young man standing at the front of the group. “Let’s hope you don’t need to, anyway.”
    Jonathan looked around. There were close to fifty people, all armed, eagerly awaiting their assignment. Some of them looked prepared, mentally, while others looked terrified by what they were about to do. His only hope was that none of them did anything stupid. He had no intentions of dying before he found his brother. He paused to eye the trembling young man who could not have been any older than he was.
    Despite how stable anyone appeared, Jonathan could only guess that everyone was scared. After going over the plan once more to be sure they all understood how simple it was for everyone other than Hugo and his group, they were loaded into Jeeps. Before Jonathan climbed into the Jeep assigned to him, Laikynn pulled him to the side and wrapped her arms around him. Her body felt warm, even through the thick layers of clothes. She kissed his cheek and looked at him as if she had something important to tell him. Deep down Jonathan wished she had said it, but instead she smiled softly and walked back toward the large tin building.
    Guillermo smiled knowingly at Jonathan as he climbed into the Jeep next to him. They were grouped with a few other people from Moorford. Elliot, carrying the Steyr .50 caliber rifle that Jonathan had given him in his lap, was assigned to Hugo’s group, and