Genesis 2.0 (Monster Apocalypse Survival) Sci-Fi/DarkFan/Horror

Chapter seventeen

I dream about floating on a cloud in the sky; high above anything that wished me harm. My body is so light that the sensation lifts my spirits. I feel free and powerful; both things I haven’t experienced in a very long time. I lay sprawled on my back, arms flung out on either side of me and legs akimbo. I look like I’m in the middle of making a cloud angel.

I don’t look down – not because I’m afraid of heights – but because I don’t want to go back to the real world. I know that if I look down, the horrors and tragedies will suck me back to that vast wasteland that used to be home. There’s nothing really to go back to. My friends and family are gone, so the question is; why do I keep going? What am I looking for?

The answer is simple – nothing.

“Where is the journal, Andrea?” a familiar voice slithers through my mind.

“Journal?” I repeat out loud, confusion scrambling my bliss and the moment I focus on what that question means, I’m bombarded with quickly shifting imagery of places I’ve never been, much less ever seen. I feel like I’m looking at someone’s photo reel of vacation pictures on fast-forward. All that’s missing is the people; there’s nothing but landscapes and terrain.

Just when I feel like I’m about to vomit from the spinning shapes and colors, it all comes to a vicious stand-still and I’m left staring at the asshat mugger from Arkansas, the one who’d tried to steal my stuff. I’m confused as to why I’m seeing him in my dream, what bearing does he have on my present and future life?

Then I remember the little meeting he had with the scary voice; the voice that come from the inky, shapeless void.

“Andrea,” I hear the voice again, only this time it isn’t in my head. I force my heavy eyelids open and almost smile when I stare up into Daniel’s gorgeous face. I think the only thing that keeps the goofy grin off my face is the fact that he looks morbidly pissed.

“What happened?” I ask, my voice groggy like I’ve been asleep a long time.

Daniel huffs and removes the hand cradling my head and my cranium flops back onto the ground with a teeth-rattling thump.

“Ouch,” I snap and glare up at him. “What the hell?”

“We don’t have time for this,” Aeriel hisses and her huge, white wings burst from her back. With her face scrunched in an angry scowl, she brings them down with so much force, sand and other debris whips into my face. Waving my hands wildly, in an effort to disperse some of the dust, I frown when I notice that she’s gone.

“What crawled up her butt?” I mutter and earn another scowl from Daniel.

“If you’re done playing games, we need to find that journal,” he scolds and lumbers to his feet. It’s then that I notice I’m on the ground, and his gloriously tall body had been hunched over me, his broad back shielding me from the sun’s blaring rays, while he’d cradled my body to his in a loving embrace. “One would think that after all you’ve been through, you’d take this seriously. I understand that you’re just a child, but do you have to act so childish?”

He turns and takes one step before blind rage turns my vision red. It doesn’t matter that he’s a celestial being, it doesn’t matter that he’s a battle-christened soldier. All that matters is that he thinks he’s better than me and he thinks the hell I’ve been through is insignificant.

He sees me as a puny human and that pisses me off. I didn’t ask for any of this; I sure as hell didn’t ask to be saddled with two asshole angels and be sent on a wild goose chase all over kingdom come.

“How dare you.” I grit my teeth and pounce. A battle-cry erupts from my lips and I fly at him like a ninja. Later, after I’ve sat and replayed this in my mind, I’ll realize that all those hours of video games didn’t do me any favors. But, my intentions are true and my foot catches him just below the right shoulder blade.

Apparently I catch him off guard because we both crash to the ground in a jumble of flailing arms and legs. I try to land as many punches as I’m able and he’s busy deflecting every blow; until my knee retracts and drives upward on instinct. It connects with that especially sensitive part on every man and his breath rushes out in a loud moan.

“Words hurt, asshole,” I mutter and shove myself off the top of a squirming, junk-cradling angel. “B-t-dub’s, the journal isn’t here anymore, someone beat us to it by a hundred years or so,” I toss over my shoulder and stalk off.

Yeah, I just kneed an angel in the jewels, but he deserved it. 

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