Never Enough Tomorrows: A Zombie Apocalypse Novel By Christopher Hugh Mills.

David

Dayton, Texas was about twenty-six miles away from Houston. It was a large town and getting larger. It was home to a number of fast food and fine dining restaurants, a giant shopping mall and two high schools. It was also home to several chemical plants.

David Moore sat up in bed and ran his hand through his curly black hair. He looked at the clock on his phone, 6:38 am. He needed to get up and get ready for work, and then get the kid up. He would let her sleep while he showered and dressed.

He stepped quietly into the bathroom and turned on the shower to let the water warm. Turning, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He looked worn out.

He was fourty-two years old but felt older. He knew it was partly because he was working twelve hours a day at the shop and he wasn't sleeping very well when he did sleep.

But that wasn't all. His wife of sixteen years had died in a car wreck a little over ten months ago. She had left him a widower and the father of a ten year old daughter. Her passing had torn a whole right through him.

She had been a few years younger than him and she had made him...a better man. She always believed in him, supported him, made him feel like he could accomplish anything.

Faith had a way about her, she had always been able to laugh, especially at herself. When he was grumpy and in a foul mood she was always able to make him smile. One kiss from her and it lifted him up out of whatever dark place he was in.

He looked at himself in the mirror. He was still in good shape, there was a little more gray in his hair and he needed a shave. But his eyes, dark brown and piercing told his story. They looked haunted, weary.

Before Faith he had been a lost, angry man. He drank hard and fought harder. He grew up raising himself mostly. His dad was a shiftless drunk and his mother, a drug addict who would overdose when he was twelve, was hardly ever around.

He dropped out of high school and got his GED, had a talent for working on cars and went to work at the garage he was now part owner of. All his life he felt he was going to be alone. Then he met Faith.

It was at a bar, Faith had just turned twenty-one and was out with friends to celebrate. She had been wearing a sundress that showed off her toned legs, her long curly chestnut hair had been tied back in a ponytail. David had thought she was a goddess, but there was no way she would want a guy like him. He was wrong.

She watched him from a distance, when she caught him looking at her she smiled and winked playfully. She bought him a beer and wanted to dance with him. When he had said he didn't dance, she laughed and told him she wasn't asking and proceeded to drag him out on the dance floor.

After that night he had been hooked. He smiled more when he was with her because he had something he had never had before, someone who loved him and believed in him.

They married not a year after that first night. Then she had given him his greatest gift, their daughter Nelly. When he had held that little bundle in his arms he had felt the last of his old nature fade away.

Then ten months ago, Faith had been taken from them. He and the kid had been getting ready for supper. Faith had called home to say she was going to be a little late and to save her some of the fast food chicken David had brought home.

They had set the table, Nelly had been in the middle of telling him a joke she had heard at school. There was a knock on the door, the law had come to inform him that his wife, the woman who had been his best friend was gone, killed in an accident with a stupid teenage kid who had run a red light.

They buried her on a rainy Saturday. He had held Nelly in his arms to receive comfort as well as give it. He and the kid were all they had left in the world.