Six paragraphs from WET, Aftermath Series Book 2, an Apocalyptic/Post-Apocalyptic Romance
1. They trudged through the flow as
they tried not to step on something that would make them slip and fall. Their
lamps gave them some light, but only enough to see a couple of feet in front of
them. What hampered them the most was the torrent that continued to pound the
top of their heads and shoulders. As the raindrops hit the water in front of
them, it splashed up, striking them with a force that made it feel like they
were being barraged with hard little pellets.
2. Realizing what he was
about to tell her might not be suitable for all ears, he took her hand and led
her over to the far side of the living room, next to the fireplace that now
warmed the contents of a couple of pots. He sat on the floor next to the hearth
and waited for her to do the same. “Bud and the others believe the world as we
know it may be gone, and people, what’s left of society, is breaking down.”
3. Easing them away from the building, Wylie glanced up at the
condo, hoping to catch one more glimpse, perhaps a final glimpse, of Harper.
She’d never kissed him like that. Not in all the time he’d known her while he
was dating Gwen. All the kisses she’d given him back then had been quick.
Chaste. This last one, though, had been neither. It was almost as if she
believed she’d never see him again, and had wanted him to know…
4. “Yeah! Bud took a
couple of shower curtains and made a little place out on the patio. There’s a
stool with soap and shampoo. The rain is perfect. Cold, but, hey, beggars can’t
be choosers. And it takes a while to wash off, but I promise you’ll feel so much
better afterwards.” She tapped his arm. “After you do, I’ll medicate and
redress those wounds to make sure they don’t get infected. I think that’s where
you might have picked up that bug that made you sick.” Taking a deep breath,
she also looked out the window. “This place is a haven. Tull brought some of
our supplies in, so we’re eating off of them and what we found here for now. No
one knows how long it’ll take before the water level rises to the point where
we’ll have to leave again, but for now, it’s nice to be back on dry land.” She
stifled a yawn, and he realized how tired she was.5. The memory of
discovering his father’s body so soon after the man had been gunned down returned
in a whirlwind of darkness and pain. Wylie winced, gritting his teeth to keep
himself from breaking down. Despite his best effort, hot tears welled up in his
eyes and slid across the bridge of his nose and down the side of his face and
temple. Fortunately, Harper turned onto her side, away from him, and he spooned
up behind her to weep in silence.
6. Speaking of… Wylie’s gaze
went to the bow and the two red five-gallon containers of gasoline the man had
stolen from the boats at the hotel. By unanimous agreement, they’d decided not
to fire up the engines unless it was critically necessary. Which was why for
the past several days they’d been aimlessly drifting. With no particular place
to go, what would be the sense in it?
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