Weston Heflin - Audiobook Sample
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Marty found herself in her backyard barefoot. It was summer. It was sunrise. It was breathtaking. A bluebird had landed in the birdbath, not five feet in front of her, and was busy primping as if it didn't have a care in the world. Certainly an old lady presented no threat. Soon other birds joined in the pool party and she just stood there like a giddy schoolgirl watching the magic of Mother Nature within those tiny creatures. Welcome aboard Mahdi. A man's voice standing there right beside her was out short for Allah wishes a name he hated. Her deceased husband was with her once again or she was with him. She really couldn't tell. It felt as if he had always been there, just like the old days. In a sense that never really changed. Even after he was gone. Ele has always been there beside her but today he was there in the literal sense. It was so wonderful. She thought I was young again. She drink in his blond hair, the deep blue eyes and the smile which charmed her from the moment they met. He looks no older than the young man she met 75 years ago, he was dressed smartly in his army uniform. Just like the day he packed off to war. He knew how much he loved a man in uniform. And he was standing right next to her again. Pinch me now I'm dead. I think I'm in heaven. How you Mahdi, How you doing? The Jersey drawl was exaggerated as he did when he was trying to impress her. And he called her by her nickname, too. She really hated her. Full name. Justus. Muchas allocated hiss yon in heaven. But I know how you feel. It's great to see again. Marty looked around. Everything was so perfect. It just had to be heaven. But if it wasn't she had a sudden fear that if this wasn't heaven, it might be somewhere else. I'll reassured her. They weren't in the bad place. We're merely taking a stroll in your mind. Your recent trauma has led you to me or meet EU on to say this is a way to reunite. Look ahead. Are you ready for what comes next? She admitted she had no idea what he was talking about. The Blake, the infected dead. The chaos. Are you ready to help your family survive this thing or not? Oh, Oh, my love, You might not have noticed, but I'm 104 my days of doing much of anything important A well behind me, said the lady who single handedly fought off a horrific infected woman who was once your ness that many people would have been able to survive. That you're a fighter have been since the day we met. I was really amazing how you remember that old rope. I felt your presence helping me figure it out, my dear, you figured that out all by yourself. Her mind had been playing tricks on her. Marty's religious beliefs were very strong, but she didn't believe in ghosts or spirits or anything supernatural walking the earth. But she desperately wanted to believe this was riel, that he was real would have poor Auntie. She's still alive. I don't think so. I think her soul has moved on her, and many like her are succumbing to the sickness. They prayed together, Alan Marty, just like the old days. Somehow she was on her knees, and they both prayed to the creator for guidance when they were finished out, took her hand and helped her back up, and they walked over to the patio to sit together as if it were just a normal day. It could have been any day from among the 70 plus years they shared together if it wasn't heaven and sure felt like it to Marty. But it also made her sad to sit there with him, knowing he couldn't be riel. Grandma Liam was not quite shouting but loudly, whispering if such a thing was possible. He ran up next to her bed and was comforted to see she was alive. She had been mumbling in her sleep as he approached. He tried not to think again of the possibility she might have been dead. Being alone scared him more than the plague. Right now, so glad you're here. Things aren't right outside, he briefly considered mentioning. He saw her outfront struggling to get away from Angie. But something made him avoid the subject and instead focus on his own encounter with the signatures. I ran into Angie and she chased me around the house, but I managed to jump the fence and get inside the cellar door before she could touch me she has some kind of sickness. Grandma gave him a clear eyed look but continued to lay on her bed in silence. He noted she was still fully clothed. She was in all she was holding her prized rosary, which wasn't unusual, but both her hands were on her chest, grasping it if she'd laid down and never expected to wake up. It was very disconcerting. Liam watched her for a moment, expecting some kind of reaction, but she remained silent. He didn't push the issue. Well, I walk back to the library, and it's just it's crazy everywhere as it is in our yard. They're speeding cars, people shooting guns. He left out the bit where they were shooting at him and sick people running through the neighborhood. Oh, and there are thieves rifling through garages in the alleyway. No response, Grandma, do you know what's going on? She had dozed off again. Liam removed her shoes, considered trying to get her under the covers, but instead found a comforter and threw it over her. She must really be Bush to nap when so much was going on outside. But Liam understood her advanced age gave her the right to sleep whenever she damn well please. I'll just wait until she wakes up and we'll figure this out together. The hours ticked away. Liam listened at the windows. The city outside was in a full on collapsed the whole time.