Prepper Central: A Prepper Fiction Novel (Prepping - Together we will Survive Book 1) by Chad Evercroft Page B
Authors: Chad Evercroft
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up on him and he slowly fell back into my arms.
‘Fuck,’ I wailed. I unzipped Tommy’s jacket. He moaned in pain as I bundled his T-shirt and pressed it firmly against his chest. ‘Get the doctor. Get her now. Fuck, Tommy, stay with us man. Stay with us,’ I said, trying hard to sap away the great deal of blood that poured from his chest. ‘It’s not that bad,’ I lied as his eyes rolled back. His lips parted and a weak cough sent blood and saliva gushing through his mouth.
‘We’ve got all of them,’ I heard my dad pant. ‘You guys can come out now. We’ve got them.’
Moving wasn’t an option for me. My feet were numb from the shock; from the pain of knowing that Tommy was a heartbeat away from death. Edward glanced at us and I could see a tear squeeze itself out of his anger ridden eyes.
‘They fucking shot Tommy,’ he barked. ‘That fucking bastard just shot Tommy,’ he pointed to the dead guy on the floor.
Chapter 7
Ever since Tommy had been killed, more and more intruders tried to make their way in. Our preparation ensured that we kept the majority of them out but not being able to cover each and every inch of the wall allowed one or the other to slither their way onto our turf.
‘Surrender yourself and we won’t hurt you,’ Jonathan cried to the man who could no longer be seen but whose breath fogged the air. ‘It’s hard to hide on such a cold night. We know where you are. Now, get out of there or we’ll be tempted to take action,’ Jonathan threatened.
Realizing that his breath made his position evident, the intruder refrained from breathing. For a few seconds, the clouds of white didn’t hang in the air as they did only a few moments earlier. Outside of the panting of our breaths, there was nothing to be heard. No birds tweeted. No crickets chirped. Just silence. Complete and utter silence only to be ruined by the rattling of the bushes. We’d been chasing this figure for over a half an hour. Three men, Jonathan, Edward and I, were responsible for the east end of the Cul De Sac.
‘I think he’s coming out,’ Edward said in-between catching his breath.
Lo and behold, the chase was finally over. Equipped with flashlights in one hand, and guns in the other, the three of us assumed a ‘ready to attack’ position, waiting for the figure to approach. However, what we saw, wasn’t what we’d anticipated, at least not in my case. We’d been chasing someone tall, someone muscular, someone who wasn’t the boy who stood before us. I looked at the other guys to see if they too, felt as though we’d missed something. The only person whose face- in the darkness- showed the slightest brim of confusion was Edward. Jonathan was ready to attack. Not for a minute did he pull his eyes away from the five-foot-five figure that crept out of the bushes and slowly rose to his feet.
‘I’m…I’m… I’m sorry,’ said a shivering little boy, no older than fourteen years old.
‘Boy,’ Jonathan said in a harsh tone, ‘don’t you realize that in these times, your actions could very well get you killed. Where are your parents?’
The boy’s eyes flirted with the sky which either meant that his parents were now with the stars or that he was trying to avoid the question.
‘Were you alone?’ I chimed in. Not for a moment did I believe that this kid was alone. This was partially due to the fact that I was certain the figure we were chasing was much taller and much wider than the one who stood there now.
‘Don’t you know it’s rude to ignore someone when they’re talking to you,’ Jonathan’s fierce voice rung in my ears.
Jonathan was really intimidating. Not only did he have the size to overpower just about any and everyone he came in contact with, but he also had the voice to match. Hoarse and untamed, he knew just how to instill fear into those who he believed should feel his fury.
‘I wasn’t sir. I just…’
‘Jonathan,’ I interrupted, ‘I’ve got to talk to
‘Fuck,’ I wailed. I unzipped Tommy’s jacket. He moaned in pain as I bundled his T-shirt and pressed it firmly against his chest. ‘Get the doctor. Get her now. Fuck, Tommy, stay with us man. Stay with us,’ I said, trying hard to sap away the great deal of blood that poured from his chest. ‘It’s not that bad,’ I lied as his eyes rolled back. His lips parted and a weak cough sent blood and saliva gushing through his mouth.
‘We’ve got all of them,’ I heard my dad pant. ‘You guys can come out now. We’ve got them.’
Moving wasn’t an option for me. My feet were numb from the shock; from the pain of knowing that Tommy was a heartbeat away from death. Edward glanced at us and I could see a tear squeeze itself out of his anger ridden eyes.
‘They fucking shot Tommy,’ he barked. ‘That fucking bastard just shot Tommy,’ he pointed to the dead guy on the floor.
Chapter 7
Ever since Tommy had been killed, more and more intruders tried to make their way in. Our preparation ensured that we kept the majority of them out but not being able to cover each and every inch of the wall allowed one or the other to slither their way onto our turf.
‘Surrender yourself and we won’t hurt you,’ Jonathan cried to the man who could no longer be seen but whose breath fogged the air. ‘It’s hard to hide on such a cold night. We know where you are. Now, get out of there or we’ll be tempted to take action,’ Jonathan threatened.
Realizing that his breath made his position evident, the intruder refrained from breathing. For a few seconds, the clouds of white didn’t hang in the air as they did only a few moments earlier. Outside of the panting of our breaths, there was nothing to be heard. No birds tweeted. No crickets chirped. Just silence. Complete and utter silence only to be ruined by the rattling of the bushes. We’d been chasing this figure for over a half an hour. Three men, Jonathan, Edward and I, were responsible for the east end of the Cul De Sac.
‘I think he’s coming out,’ Edward said in-between catching his breath.
Lo and behold, the chase was finally over. Equipped with flashlights in one hand, and guns in the other, the three of us assumed a ‘ready to attack’ position, waiting for the figure to approach. However, what we saw, wasn’t what we’d anticipated, at least not in my case. We’d been chasing someone tall, someone muscular, someone who wasn’t the boy who stood before us. I looked at the other guys to see if they too, felt as though we’d missed something. The only person whose face- in the darkness- showed the slightest brim of confusion was Edward. Jonathan was ready to attack. Not for a minute did he pull his eyes away from the five-foot-five figure that crept out of the bushes and slowly rose to his feet.
‘I’m…I’m… I’m sorry,’ said a shivering little boy, no older than fourteen years old.
‘Boy,’ Jonathan said in a harsh tone, ‘don’t you realize that in these times, your actions could very well get you killed. Where are your parents?’
The boy’s eyes flirted with the sky which either meant that his parents were now with the stars or that he was trying to avoid the question.
‘Were you alone?’ I chimed in. Not for a moment did I believe that this kid was alone. This was partially due to the fact that I was certain the figure we were chasing was much taller and much wider than the one who stood there now.
‘Don’t you know it’s rude to ignore someone when they’re talking to you,’ Jonathan’s fierce voice rung in my ears.
Jonathan was really intimidating. Not only did he have the size to overpower just about any and everyone he came in contact with, but he also had the voice to match. Hoarse and untamed, he knew just how to instill fear into those who he believed should feel his fury.
‘I wasn’t sir. I just…’
‘Jonathan,’ I interrupted, ‘I’ve got to talk to
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