Traveler trilogy Book 2.
Five years after killing Levi Cornwall, Arthur Morgan is happy. He has a wife who loves him, an honest job he enjoys, and two beautiful children named Sadie and Hiram. All of it is turned on its head, however, when Francis S...
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Beep. Beep. Beep.
The sound was unlike anything Jenny had ever heard before. A simple, steady, rhythmic sound, as constant as a heartbeat.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
A loud, mechanical-sounding buzz filled the air now, and she felt something begin to tighten around her arm. It felt like someone was squeezing her tightly. So tightly she could feel her heartbeat in her arm and realize it came perfectly in time with the strange beeping. Perhaps the odd, high-pitched sound was a heartbeat after all.
Her heartbeat.
And if it truly was her heartbeat, it meant she was somehow still alive. The world hadn't ended. She was still here, in this godforsaken world. She'd failed at the one thing that had kept her going for months.
And yet, somehow she knew something was wrong. She'd seen the red stain on Micah's shirt with her own two eyes, directly over his chest where his right lung lay. She'd heard his gurgling breaths as he choked on his own blood; seen the sky full of stars tear apart in a flash of brilliant, purple light, and yet somehow she was still here. Still alive.
How?
Her eyes opened up slowly.
The first thing she noticed, before taking in any of her surroundings, was that the light didn't hurt her head to look at anymore. The sensation of someone driving a nail into her skull no longer pained her as she took in a large window with white, open curtains beside her, staring out through the glass and into the world beyond.
Through the window, she could see she was high up in the sky. It was like staring off the edge of a mountain almost, except that below her where trees and hills and green things should be was something entirely foreign to her: a modern cityscape.
Beyond her window were the largest buildings she'd ever seen: great monolights of steel and glass that reflected the bright, midday sunlight like monochromatic jewels in various shades from pearlescent gray to onyx-black. These were marvels of engineering that hadn't existed yet back in 1899, and they were both somehow beautiful and terrifying at the same time.
Only after the shock of the view outside her window waned a bit did she take in the surroundings in her room itself.
Judging by the fact that she wasn't dead yet, she assumed this was some type of hospital or other medical facility. Following that line of thought, the thing sticking out of her hand, that seemed to continue into her hand if that were possible, made of some type of rubber-like material she didn't recognize, must be to keep her alive. Removing it, even though its existence frightened her a bit due to not knowing what it was for, seemed like a bad idea.
The bed she lay in also seemed foreign, too. It had metal rails with grips on them made of some sort of hard, blue material that almost reminded her of wood somehow, and soft, clean, linen sheets. At least fabrics hadn't changed much in the future.
