Din Eidyn Corpus (Book 2): dEaDINBURGH (Alliances) by Mark Wilson Page B
Authors: Mark Wilson
Tags: Zombie Apocalypse
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popped up. Before it could play, Suzy jabbed at the pause button on the video player. Glancing at the battery icon in the lower corner of the screen, she said, “There’s only about eight percent charge left, Joseph. We may only get one chance to see this.”
Eyes wide, Joey nodded that she should begin.
A dark screen appeared. Suzy and Joey held their breath and listened as someone shuffled around off-camera. The sounds of a seat being dragged across the floor screeched through the little speaker. The darkness was suddenly replaced by an image of a bar, the red counter filled with computer equipment, just visible as a result of someone clicking on a light.
A blur passed in front of the screen as a woman sat in front of the waiting aperture.
She was perhaps thirty years old. With her clean appearance, smooth hair and blemish-free skin contrasting so starkly with the clothes, the pain in her eyes and the fear she radiated, she looked like a woman between two worlds.
She looked deeply into the camera rubbing her hand tenderly across her baby bump. With long, blonde hair, very green eyes and a copy of Joseph MacLeod’s face, she smiled his own smile at him across the years.
Suzy gasped at the likeness.
The woman on the screen parted her lips and said two words, her eyes no longer reflecting fear, but pure, unconditional love.
“Hello, Joseph.”
Joseph felt a punch to his heart and jabbed a finger out to pause the image.
“She can’t see me, can she?” He was staring intently at the frozen image of his mother’s face and trying desperately to hold his emotions back.
“No. It’s just a recording. But it’s clearly for you.” Reaching out, Suzy gently pulled his hand away from the laptop and clicked the button.
Michelle MacLeod continued talking to her son.
“I’m choosing to believe that you will see this video one day. Will we be together? Will you be alone, or with The Brotherhood? Wherever you are, however you are…”
She stopped rubbing at her bump and splayed her fingers out across some part of the baby within – of Joseph – that she recognised by touch.
“Whoever you are now, if you’re not with me, there’s things I need you to know about.”
As the woman on the computer screen with his face returned to absent-mindedly rubbing her bump, the realisation that he was looking at his mother with himself still there, developing inside her body, hit him. Hard. Choking back his tears once again, he forced composure and concentrated.
“The most important thing is that you know how very much I love you, Joseph. I’ve seen your face in my womb. They have… had? Whatever.”
She smiled at her own confusion and when she did, her face lit the screen, sending another jolt to his already badly bruised heart.
“They have machines on the outside world that can look right into the uterus and show a parent their unborn child’s face. I love you, Joseph. I love your little nose and your strong heartbeat. I love your lips and your yawns and your kicks inside my body. I can’t express how much I’m looking forward to holding you in my arms.”
Stark, raw sadness crossed her face, but only for a second. Blinking her darkest fears away, she composed herself again. To Joey she looked like a woman desperately trying to pour love through a lens over time to her unborn son, terrified the whole time that he’d most likely never find her message.
“If I’m gone, always carry my love with you. You are the love of my life, son, and I’d do anything to be with you now. Nothing… nothing and no-one on this earth could take me willingly from you. If you’re alone, it’s because I didn’t have any other choice.”
Michelle suddenly tensed and breathed hard through a moment of pain. Her eyes flicked to something off-screen. Concern flashed once more.
“The people I’ve left you with, The Brotherhood. If I can convince them to take us in, they will care
Eyes wide, Joey nodded that she should begin.
A dark screen appeared. Suzy and Joey held their breath and listened as someone shuffled around off-camera. The sounds of a seat being dragged across the floor screeched through the little speaker. The darkness was suddenly replaced by an image of a bar, the red counter filled with computer equipment, just visible as a result of someone clicking on a light.
A blur passed in front of the screen as a woman sat in front of the waiting aperture.
She was perhaps thirty years old. With her clean appearance, smooth hair and blemish-free skin contrasting so starkly with the clothes, the pain in her eyes and the fear she radiated, she looked like a woman between two worlds.
She looked deeply into the camera rubbing her hand tenderly across her baby bump. With long, blonde hair, very green eyes and a copy of Joseph MacLeod’s face, she smiled his own smile at him across the years.
Suzy gasped at the likeness.
The woman on the screen parted her lips and said two words, her eyes no longer reflecting fear, but pure, unconditional love.
“Hello, Joseph.”
Joseph felt a punch to his heart and jabbed a finger out to pause the image.
“She can’t see me, can she?” He was staring intently at the frozen image of his mother’s face and trying desperately to hold his emotions back.
“No. It’s just a recording. But it’s clearly for you.” Reaching out, Suzy gently pulled his hand away from the laptop and clicked the button.
Michelle MacLeod continued talking to her son.
“I’m choosing to believe that you will see this video one day. Will we be together? Will you be alone, or with The Brotherhood? Wherever you are, however you are…”
She stopped rubbing at her bump and splayed her fingers out across some part of the baby within – of Joseph – that she recognised by touch.
“Whoever you are now, if you’re not with me, there’s things I need you to know about.”
As the woman on the computer screen with his face returned to absent-mindedly rubbing her bump, the realisation that he was looking at his mother with himself still there, developing inside her body, hit him. Hard. Choking back his tears once again, he forced composure and concentrated.
“The most important thing is that you know how very much I love you, Joseph. I’ve seen your face in my womb. They have… had? Whatever.”
She smiled at her own confusion and when she did, her face lit the screen, sending another jolt to his already badly bruised heart.
“They have machines on the outside world that can look right into the uterus and show a parent their unborn child’s face. I love you, Joseph. I love your little nose and your strong heartbeat. I love your lips and your yawns and your kicks inside my body. I can’t express how much I’m looking forward to holding you in my arms.”
Stark, raw sadness crossed her face, but only for a second. Blinking her darkest fears away, she composed herself again. To Joey she looked like a woman desperately trying to pour love through a lens over time to her unborn son, terrified the whole time that he’d most likely never find her message.
“If I’m gone, always carry my love with you. You are the love of my life, son, and I’d do anything to be with you now. Nothing… nothing and no-one on this earth could take me willingly from you. If you’re alone, it’s because I didn’t have any other choice.”
Michelle suddenly tensed and breathed hard through a moment of pain. Her eyes flicked to something off-screen. Concern flashed once more.
“The people I’ve left you with, The Brotherhood. If I can convince them to take us in, they will care
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