Kim Bretton

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Kim Bretton

Category Audiobooks
Language English (British)
Voice Age Young Adult (18-35)
Description Safe Haven - Christopher Artinian
Transcript Note: Transcripts are automatically transcribed and may contain errors.
the realisation that all was lost had forced the masses from their terraces and high rise castles to the battlefield of the streets to flee the army protecting them had been called back to the capital to attempt one final stand against the Rams. The reanimated corpses of those infected by the virus that had swept across the planet. The creatures were unrelenting. They had no purpose but to infect, to spread the virus. A bite, a scratch, a drop of blood. It was the beginning and the end. Oversized rats picked up the corpses strewn throughout the streets. They ignored the active rams for the time being. But once their food supply had dwindled, their newfound fearlessness and ferocity would lead them to destroy the decaying flesh from those that moved us. Well, this was the new city. Monuments to capitalism and progress lay in ruins while the embodiments of **** roamed the streets. This was no longer a place to live. It was only a place to die. Man was not the Alfa species anymore. They're gone. We'll blast them, whispered the girl to the silent figure next to her. We're safe now. They remained crouched in the doorway behind a battered shopping charlie. The bottom part of the door had been kicked in the safety glass. No match for looters desperate to steal the last packet of cigarettes. The last lighter, the last anything. Come on, let's go in. It can't be any worse than out here. The man stayed silent. He followed the girl through the hole in the door. Enough light came through the filthy windows to reveal the ransacked shelving and trashed fittings. Not a place for commerce anymore, but a place for safety, even if just for a few hours the Rams wouldn't look for them in here. Not without good cause. What's wrong? She asked a companion. I really don't feel well, he croaked. I think it was that rot. Syriza bet me. I started to get pens and needles in me hand. He lifted his arm into the dirty like to show her the swelling around the teeth marks. She looked away in revulsion. We need antibiotics, she said. He's gone. Septic, I can't go out there again. Not today. I'm tired and need rest. His throat was getting drier by the second I need a drink. The girl pulled a bottle of cola from her shoulder bag. Go steady with it. That's all we've got left. The man unscrewed the top. Each turn was an effort. He took a drink and handed it back to her. We'll stay here tonight and then find a pharmacy first thing in the morning transforming Toit? She asked, rifling through her bag once again. No, I want to close my eyes for a why, he replied, and curled up in a foetal position with his back to the sweet counter. The girl took out a bag of dried fruit and pushed a couple of handfuls into her mouth, pausing in mid choose. Another group of Ram's rushed by the shop front. She was 15 but savvy. She would get antibiotics for her companion tomorrow, and then they would get out of the city. She knew little about him, other than he had lost everything, too, and that he could drive. That was the main reason to stick with him. If they could find a working car on the outskirts of town, they could escape this nightmare. She sat for three hours watching the street, Then the fear and trauma caught up with her. She looked across at her companion in the fading light. She was used to the white noise of terror now, and her brain gradually convinced her she was a safe. In the corner of this news agent is she was anywhere. She listened to the sound of her breathing and allowed its hypnotic rhythm to carry her into sleep. She woke with a start. The moonlight illuminated enough of the small shop to reveal out of place shadows. The silhouette of her companion was no longer visible against the sweet counter, and there was a figure standing at the window, looking in. A shiver ran down her spine, then another as she realised it wasn't on the outside looking in. It was on the inside, looking directly at her, as had become second nature, she thrust her hands into her pockets on with Drew, a knife and a torch. In the same instant, a familiar growl gurgled from the throat of the creature. It lurch towards her, as if being woken from a nightmare on was on her before she could strike. A flash of light from the torch revealed the contorted mask that used to be the face of her companion. She sank the knife blade into the Rams stomach just as its teeth ripped the flesh of her neck and she felt the emptiness of defeat. She felt the shame of being beaten. She felt the fear of what was to come. She felt, she felt then she didn't feel anymore.