Dead Before Sunrise: Amber's Story (18 +) Mature content (sample)

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Amber sat subdued as she watched the Pennsylvania terrain drift by the SUV's window. The night sky waned against the sunrise. Amber's fingers stroked the back of her dogs.

Soon Amber felt eyes upon her. She turned and noticed the similar colored blue-grey eyes stared at her. Alexandria watched Amber with concerned filled eyes. Swiftly, Amber's lips curled for her daughter as she looked at Amber. Amber tucked a long multi-colored strand of hair away from her own face as Alexandria watched her. Amber stared at Alexandria, a younger version of herself. A dread was in the pit of her stomach like rotting flesh.

"It's alright, Alex," whispered Amber. Her words were meant for all ears.

Relief washed over Alexandria's face like a waterfall as the warmth from Amber's hand slid down Alexandria's cheek and shoulder.

Slowly Amber's eyes drifted at the young man with the long brown hair that steered over the black lane. Amber's eyes drifted from her oldest son to the youngest child that sat beside her on the backseat. As Amber watched the blonde-haired young man, she wondered how he and Ray were still alive. One reason was Davis' fighting abilities even though their foolish actions put them at risk. Davis turned toward his mother with a contorted face. All of a sudden, Amber pressed her lips together so she wouldn't laugh at him.

"What?" asked Davis as his handsome face distorted more and talked in a high pitched voice as if he was a woman.

Immediately Amber snickered and attempted fighting the laughter. Davis made it harder not to laugh when the corners of his mouth curled upward toward his eyes with a huge grin.

"Shhh. Rascal. It's okay. He's just a silly goose," stated Amber with a giggle in her voice.

While Amber spoke, her hands gently wrapped her hands around the Chihuahua's backs with a vice grip. When they calmed down, Amber released her grip and stroked her finger's on their fur.

"Behave you silly goose," commanded Amber.

"I'll try, mom. I can't promise, though," expressed Davis as the joker grin played across his face again.

"You're so silly. I love you," remarked Amber.

Amber's gaze looked at all three of her children, then the landscape that grew brighter and whispered, "I wish we could stop. We can't afford it."

While Joseph drove, he glanced in the rear-view mirror as his mother spoke then told in a reassuring tone, "It would be nice. It's a warm day."

After Joseph finished talking, Amber's gaze fell on the scenery that passed by the window. She stroked her dogs for security.

Promptly the scenery slowed as Joseph warned, "We should be careful. We don't know if he's normal."

Amber's attention was brought back to their dire situation as Joseph's words penetrated her mind. Amber's head leaned until she saw what her three children were talking about. A lone shadowy figure trekked at the edge of the road. With the heat from the street distorting the character, it made the individual look similar to a mirage. The caravan halted as they neared the stress magnet. The figure slowed their stride.

The distinct sound of metal on metal rang out. Alexandria turned her head toward her mother. Swiftly Amber looked up after she checked her weapon. She winked at Alexandria and gave a confident grin. Their attention went back to the tall, broad-shouldered figure that was strolling on the road nonchalantly as if there was no care in the world.

Immediately Amber placed her helmet on her head then positioned both dogs on the seat behind her. With deliberate movements, the visor on Amber's helmet lowered while she eyed the shadowy figure.