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    Gone World: Episode Six (Showdown): Gone World, #6
    Gone World: Episode Six (Showdown): Gone World, #6
    Gone World: Episode Six (Showdown): Gone World, #6
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    Gone World: Episode Six (Showdown): Gone World, #6

    By A.Rosaria

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    Tina and Brick reach a surviving town, hoping to get supplies and a car to make their big escape away from everything. Things quickly turn sour when the townsfolk are hostile toward the new arrivals.


    With an invading army encroaching on them, Viktor and Jelena still on their trail, and now the townsfolk complicating things, a showdown, a clash in which only death will be the absolute victor, is inevitable.


    After all, survival is not guaranteed.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherRosaria
    Release dateOct 2, 2014
    ISBN9781502270061
    Gone World: Episode Six (Showdown): Gone World, #6

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      Gone World - A.Rosaria

      GONE WORLD

      SHOWDOWN

      BY A.ROSARIA

      Copyright © 2014 by Alex Rosaria

      This e-book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.

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      SHOWDOWN

      Brick grabbed Tina‘s elbow and held on as she struggled to get free.

      Let go of me, you bastard.

      No!

      Her hand trailed to the gun tucked in her belt. Not this again. By now, he knew she didn‘t really mean it, but that woman didn‘t really know how to communicate any other way. They had been traveling for a week now. Walking at daybreak and sleeping after midnight. They probably only got at most four hours of good sleep. On and off, they argued during their waking hours. The wound must be a pain in her ass, because she‘d been grumpy from the start and snapping at him for the slightest thing he did. Thank God, that, despite the severity of her wound and the hardships they had to endure, she was healing nicely. A little too well. She must be some mutant freak with a constitution of a God. Anyone else would be dead by now, or at least have much less energy to be so stubborn and snappy.

      You‘ve got to rest.

      But you said we are almost there. There is still enough moonlight; we could be there before dawn if we keep walking.

      Tina yanked her arm free. Her hand was still on the gun. God, she didn‘t even know she was doing it. He stared at the gun and the hand cradling it. Her eyes followed his. She let go of the handle like she had touched something hot.

      Sorry.

      Had he heard her right? Did an I‘m sorry really slip through her lips?

      I‘m not a child. I don‘t have a bedtime. She spat it out, anger lacing the end of every word she uttered.

      Brick sighed. They should have reached the town already. The map he had pointed out all the towns and villages that were still inhabited. Most small cities were razed and occupied with few survivors. Those cities who held too much opposition were cordoned off, as it was with Tina‘s city. The small towns were left alone, as long the people stayed within their restricted area. Major cities were wiped out completely, of which New York got special attention. The Russians must have hated New York. They bombed it so badly that the only thing left was a massive radioactive waste dump. Twenty million lives lost in one day.

      I want us to be rested when we arrive. We don‘t know what we may find there. It would be foolish to go in half–cocked and tired. It could get us killed.

      I‘m fine. I‘ll manage.

      Again, she was right. Disturbingly so. She healed up too quickly for it to be normal. Anyone else would have been in bed for a week before he or she could walk again. Her face had regained its original color–a nice healthy olive complexion–and her limp disappeared two days ago. The third day in, she stopped scratching. The one time she allowed him to look at the wound, the red–purplish color around it was gone. Not even infected. He had heard the stories. The stuff the Russians dropped in the air, gasses, to make their soldiers resistant to radioactivity and improve their metabolism and who knows what else. He‘d seen them fighting with wounds that would have incapacitated others. It was not only their constitution. There had to be more to it. The Russians must have been preparing for such a war for a long time. And the bastards would have gotten away with it if not for the mystery army screwing up their party.

      Yeah, you maybe, but I‘m beat.

      Her eyes softened. Why didn‘t you say so first? You make me feel like a fool pressing us on like this.

      Because you don‘t listen, he thought. He had noticed that, when she got an idea stuck in her head, she went for it with all she had and everything else came second. He admired the tenacity in her, but she was oblivious to everyone around her. If she could focus, she might become a great leader one day. He would not mind following her–no matter how short she was–because she was made from hard stuff, good stuff.

      Brick, you are right. We should set up camp now and leave at dawn. We‘ll walk the remaining few miles, and we‘ll go in hot and heavy if it‘s needed.

      She smiled one of her cold smiles. War had turned her into that cold being. It must have edged itself so deep into her being that it had become part of her. This war did a lot to the people who suffered it, especially to the civilians facing the brunt of the attacks. He wanted to pray for them, for Tina and for himself. He should stop thinking so much about everything. Brick shook his head. He was spacing out again. He couldn‘t afford his mind wandering right now. Too much thinking in this world would turn the sanest man crazy, but he wasn‘t sane anymore. No one was. Tina certainly wasn‘t. It wasn‘t that she wasn‘t a good woman; she was, deep down. He knew she was. Brick remembered how in the clinic she had called out for her daughter. He had seen the desperation in her eyes. The love. The pain. Her humanity.

      Tina dropped her backpack and started making camp near a fallen tree. No fires. The Russians, if they somehow managed to survive the trap he left for them, could still be after them. At most, he counted a day‘s head start, maybe two, but it was best not to rely on maybes.

      He put his backpack next to hers and sat down beside her. She pulled linen sheets out of their bags and handed one to him. Scuttle over. I won‘t bite, she said.

      Mrs. Pull–a–gun–on–anyone–getting–close–to–her had no problem sitting close to him. Huddled in the sheet she gave him, he scooted over until their hips touched.

      Brick, I‘m sorry I didn‘t look out for you. It‘s just that I want this over with, and to be as far away from them as possible.

      The Russians she meant. She really hated them. Heand took them for fact couldn‘t blame her. He had lost his family to them. He fought them. Although, he knew that the Russian soldiers were just like him, a peon in a rich man‘s chess game. It was a waste of time blaming the common soldier. Not that it would stop him from killing them if they got in the way.

      Don‘t you worry about that, he said.

      Tina fidgeted. I never really thanked you for saving my life.

      Didn‘t she? He thought back, and indeed, she never had. You don‘t have to thank me. It‘s my job to protect people.

      Don‘t play humble with me. I know, and so do you, that it wasn‘t because it was your job. You are a good man, and I wish I had met you before this all happened. Tina looked away from him. Now it‘s too late. The world has changed. Things have changed. And being the nice one often doesn‘t pay, and now the nice ones don‘t even stand a chance.

      Brick didn‘t want to believe that. This had nothing to do with being nice and everything to do with principles. His principles. He would not allow anyone to suffer if he could avoid it. He could make a difference, and he believed he did. If she had proven to be a worthless human being, he would have left her behind to die.

      "Well, is

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