Chapter Two

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

The Aftermath – Topside, San Francisco, California

Quinn Karson

 

I cough until I gag. My eyes water and my vision blurs. We walk along the bay in an attempt to avoid the smell that lingers in the city center. Micah says this area is, or used to be, called the Embarcadero.  “See,” he says, pointing toward a pile of ruined concrete and steel. “That’s the ferry terminal.” The smell near the water is definitely better than the smell near the subway station in the city. Every so often the smell of the salt water fills my nostrils, and, if I close my eyes, everything feels normal again. Micah stops next to me., pulling a crumpled map from his backpack. I can’t believe he remembered to grab it. I think to myself; I lament my own lost pack.

“It looks like we’re going the right way,” he says glancing up. His deep set chocolate eyes look frantic, but some where, deep inside of them, I find something remarkable: hope. “That street sign says Washington, I think,” he says pointing to a ruined metal sign hanging by a single string. I squint at it. “Don’t hurt yourself,” he jokes. I scowl at him. “If we just follow this road up and around, we should run right into the Presidio.” He seems pleased, folding up the map and returning it to his pack. cough until I gag. My eyes water and my vision blurs. We walk along the bay in an attempt to avoid the smell that lingers in the city center. Micah says this area is, or used to be, called the Embarcadero.  “See,” he says, pointing toward a pile of ruined concrete and steel. “That’s the ferry terminal.” The smell near the water is definitely better than the smell near the subway station in the city. Every so often the smell of the salt water fills my nostrils, and, if I close my eyes, everything feels normal again. Micah stops next to me., pulling a crumpled map from his backpack. I can’t believe he remembered to grab it. I think to myself; I lament my own lost pack.

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Chapter One

Chapter One

The Beginning of the End – Underground, San Francisco

Quinn Karson

 

The subway car rattles and screeches around a turn down one of the hundreds of dark, dank tunnels beneath San Francisco. Micah looks as bored as I feel. The ride from Oakland into the city is a long one. I squeeze his hand and he looks up at me; a crooked smile races across his face. I wrench my eyes open as far as they will go and smile so hard the tendons in my neck flex. He draws one eyebrow skyward and purses his lips. Our wordless conversation ends when his gaze leaves mine.

I’m exhausted. Micah wears a heavy shade of sleeplessness under his eyes. I can only imagine how my face must look. I’ve never been this far from home, but Micah has been to California a few times. Mom must be worried, I think to myself. Micah and I have been planning our escape for weeks. I let my mind wander back to the moment he told me he was leaving.

“I have to get out of here,” Micah says, his voice is desperate. “I’ll be 18 in 2 months and I’m not going to stick around and wait for the fosters to kick me out.” I can feel the tears threatening to spill from my eyes. The thought of living without Micah threatens to crush me. The six months we’ve spent together have been the best months of my life. I clear my throat.

“So where will you go?” I ask keeping my eyes on the grubby carpet of his bedroom.

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About the Author

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Launched in 2015 as a community of creative readers, curious on-lookers, and fiction-lovers alike.

If you like post-apocalyptic fiction, nuclear warfare, and a twisted love story, you’ll love what you find here. You can expect to be engulfed in a world that has ended. You will find yourself surrounded by wreckage and carnage on all sides. Follow Quinn and Micah as they step into a world of ruin, lies, and the most unlikely enemy.

The first and second chapters of Part 1 of the novel are currently available; On the menu select the chapter that you’d like to dive into. This portion represents the culmination of nearly 3 years of writing process.

I created this site to share my story with the world. From the moment I learned to read, I have enjoyed losing myself in a story. I love stepping out of reality and into a new, exciting world. I’ve been writing creatively for a decade now, and I am ready to share my world with you. The idea for this novel came to me in a dream I had after eating Thai food. (If you’ve ever had Thai food and had a crazy dream, then you know what I’m talking about.) In my dream I walked through the city of San Francisco after a nuclear explosion. Surrounded by destruction, my lungs felt like they were collapsing; I couldn’t breathe. My panic was calmed by his hand as he tangles his fingers in mine. I glanced over to find my boyfriend, Chris, standing beside me. It felt as if the weight of the world had been lifted. I wasn’t alone. Upon waking, I found myself wondering what happened next? Were there any people left? Who was to blame for so much devastation? Did my boyfriend and I even survive?! I decided to finish the story.

My love for writing grew, initially, from my love for reading. From the beginning, I found myself hungry for new stories, new worlds, and new adventures. I spent my nights and weekends immersed in the world’s of Maximum RideHarry Potter, and Blue Bloods. It wasn’t long before I began writing my own stories. I love creating worlds for people to get lost in, characters to love and hate, and manufacturing tough decisions to be made.

I currently live in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. (Yes, I know, it’s basically Southern Canada.) When it’s not frozen outside, I spend my time road biking, hiking, climbing, swimming, and camping. If it’s outside, you can be sure you’ll find me. I like taking long walks with rude people, but only on short piers. I enjoy painting, singing (terribly), and playing with my cats. Yes, I have three cats, no, that does NOT make me a crazy cat lady. I recently graduated from UW-Madison (Go, Badgers!) so I am well-matriculated. I am right-handed and I love to jump off of things. I love skydiving, bungee jumping, base jumping, and cliff diving. I’m a bit of an adrenaline junkie.

If you love the idea of living through the end of the world, then pop over to the menu and give the first chapter a read and, because I always want more, I’ve also released the second chapter for your reading pleasure.

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Kisses,

Rachel Maxine