Intruders: The Invasion: A Post-Apocalyptic, Alien Invasion Thriller (Book 1) by Tracy Sharp Page B
Authors: Tracy Sharp
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Maybe if I ate something, I’d start to feel warm again.
I scanned cupboards and found some peanut butter and a lot
of other things to eat. Crackers, cookies, dried fruit, and granola bars. There
were cans of soup and stew. In the fridge I found bread and an assortment of
lunch meats, cheeses and vegetables. I slapped a peanut butter sandwich together
and began choking it down. Before leaving, I’d make another sandwich and maybe
put some string cheese, granola bars and dried fruit into a freezer bag in case
we didn’t make it back here. I found some bottled water and put a few bottles
into my backpack. Some dog biscuits went in there, too.
Not knowing what the world beyond this street was like
terrified me. I forced myself to breathe, because I kept catching myself
holding my breath. The fear of the reptiles coming back for me or the dead
finding a way in tightened my throat to the point that I had to keep
swallowing.
Breathe. One step at a time. You’re safe
for the moment. What’s next?
Once I knew what I was dealing with, I’d be able to
formulate more of a plan. Right now, the only plan I had was to go out and
assess the situation, and try to find others who had survived the first night
of the invasion.
I finished my sandwich and drank down most of a bottle of
water, then I looked at the huge clock on the wall above the stove. It read
11:31. It was December, so it would be dark by 4:30.
Until then, I hoped the only threat Hank and I had to worry
about were the dead.
Come sundown, we needed to find a safe hideout.
* * *
In Luka’s closet I found a pair of UGG boots that looked
warm. They were size seven. My size. I found some warm winter socks in one of
her drawers and gladly exchanged my hole covered ones for those. The UGGs
hugged my feet and warmed them instantly.
I risked waiting another half hour until the last two
deadies had wandered off in search of something more to eat. The bones of the
old lady and old man had been picked pretty clean. I wondered, as I screwed up
my courage to open the kitchen door, if the dead walking had been incidental in
the invasion or if they really were the cleaning crew. The seemed to be taking
care of the leftovers that the lizards had no use for, or hadn’t gotten at yet.
Judging by the way what used to be Jessica had reacted to
the smell of my blood, I figured I fell into the latter group.
Hank was a leftover.
I was determined that we’d live another day. One day at a
time, my mother had said when she was back on the wagon.
Only for us, I thought it was more like one minute at a
time. If we lasted another day, I’d consider it a real achievement.
Maybe we could eventually be in the survival of the dead and
alien invasion Olympics.
I snorted. The punchiness was getting to me. But then, maybe
that was what would keep me going.
The remains of Mr. and Mrs. Doriga were scattered across the
side yard. The dead, or the lizards, had made a meal of them. The Dorigas
hadn’t been taken by the lizards, so they must have been too old for their
liking.
Except maybe for a meal. It was hard to tell who had torn
into them, the lizards or the dead. Maybe both had. I averted my eyes and let
out a shaky breath. I had to keep it together.
Hank looked up at me and lifted his ears. I patted his head
and kept walking across the lawn. There was no car in the driveway. “We need a
car, Hank.”
Hank took off and ran toward the garage. Apparently he was
used to car rides. The garage door was open, and the current model white Honda
Pilot sat inside, looking pristine, like it had been recently washed.
Grandma and Grandpa had been coming for a Christmas visit,
so it likely had been.
Suddenly Hank’s hackles went up and a low growl came from
deep inside of his throat.
There was something in that garage.
Gripping my knife, I slowly approached the garage, wincing
at the crunching snow beneath my boots.
Two of the dead were trudging around the car. A little girl
with no
I scanned cupboards and found some peanut butter and a lot
of other things to eat. Crackers, cookies, dried fruit, and granola bars. There
were cans of soup and stew. In the fridge I found bread and an assortment of
lunch meats, cheeses and vegetables. I slapped a peanut butter sandwich together
and began choking it down. Before leaving, I’d make another sandwich and maybe
put some string cheese, granola bars and dried fruit into a freezer bag in case
we didn’t make it back here. I found some bottled water and put a few bottles
into my backpack. Some dog biscuits went in there, too.
Not knowing what the world beyond this street was like
terrified me. I forced myself to breathe, because I kept catching myself
holding my breath. The fear of the reptiles coming back for me or the dead
finding a way in tightened my throat to the point that I had to keep
swallowing.
Breathe. One step at a time. You’re safe
for the moment. What’s next?
Once I knew what I was dealing with, I’d be able to
formulate more of a plan. Right now, the only plan I had was to go out and
assess the situation, and try to find others who had survived the first night
of the invasion.
I finished my sandwich and drank down most of a bottle of
water, then I looked at the huge clock on the wall above the stove. It read
11:31. It was December, so it would be dark by 4:30.
Until then, I hoped the only threat Hank and I had to worry
about were the dead.
Come sundown, we needed to find a safe hideout.
* * *
In Luka’s closet I found a pair of UGG boots that looked
warm. They were size seven. My size. I found some warm winter socks in one of
her drawers and gladly exchanged my hole covered ones for those. The UGGs
hugged my feet and warmed them instantly.
I risked waiting another half hour until the last two
deadies had wandered off in search of something more to eat. The bones of the
old lady and old man had been picked pretty clean. I wondered, as I screwed up
my courage to open the kitchen door, if the dead walking had been incidental in
the invasion or if they really were the cleaning crew. The seemed to be taking
care of the leftovers that the lizards had no use for, or hadn’t gotten at yet.
Judging by the way what used to be Jessica had reacted to
the smell of my blood, I figured I fell into the latter group.
Hank was a leftover.
I was determined that we’d live another day. One day at a
time, my mother had said when she was back on the wagon.
Only for us, I thought it was more like one minute at a
time. If we lasted another day, I’d consider it a real achievement.
Maybe we could eventually be in the survival of the dead and
alien invasion Olympics.
I snorted. The punchiness was getting to me. But then, maybe
that was what would keep me going.
The remains of Mr. and Mrs. Doriga were scattered across the
side yard. The dead, or the lizards, had made a meal of them. The Dorigas
hadn’t been taken by the lizards, so they must have been too old for their
liking.
Except maybe for a meal. It was hard to tell who had torn
into them, the lizards or the dead. Maybe both had. I averted my eyes and let
out a shaky breath. I had to keep it together.
Hank looked up at me and lifted his ears. I patted his head
and kept walking across the lawn. There was no car in the driveway. “We need a
car, Hank.”
Hank took off and ran toward the garage. Apparently he was
used to car rides. The garage door was open, and the current model white Honda
Pilot sat inside, looking pristine, like it had been recently washed.
Grandma and Grandpa had been coming for a Christmas visit,
so it likely had been.
Suddenly Hank’s hackles went up and a low growl came from
deep inside of his throat.
There was something in that garage.
Gripping my knife, I slowly approached the garage, wincing
at the crunching snow beneath my boots.
Two of the dead were trudging around the car. A little girl
with no
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