Read Adrift 3: Rising (Adrift Series) Online
Authors: Griffiths,K.R.
Adrift 3: Rising (Adrift Series) (30 page)
Her window of opportunity would close before she knew it, and she didn’t have a weapon.
But Logan did.
Conny flinched as the Glock roared, right above her head, making her ears ring.
The vampire had released its grip on Logan, unable to quite push itself into his mind before something else had torn its attention away.
Free at last, Logan strode past Conny, still firing. Emptying the gun into the twitching monster’s torso until there were no bullets left.
Even after the beast had fallen still, Logan kept aiming the gun at it. Kept on pulling the trigger.
Click.
Click.
Click.
*
Herb took Mancini’s hand gratefully, and let the big American take his whole weight.
“Jesus, Rennick. Ever thought about dieting?”
Herb was too tired to respond. When Mancini pulled him out of the abyss, he collapsed onto his back, panting.
“He did it,” Mancini said.
“Yeah,” Herb gasped. There didn’t seem to be anything else to say.
“We killed some,” Mancini said. “Seemed like whatever he did down there made ‘em lose their minds. For a while, at least.”
Herb tried to nod.
“There’s probably a lot of them still out there, though,” Mancini said.
Herb sat upright.
“Dan’s given us a chance. It’s more than we had before.”
“Huh. So what do we do now?”
Herb let that question settle on his mind for a moment.
“We do what they did,” he said. “Head underground; stay safe. Find others who can fight them. Other Hermetics. Learn how to fight them
ourselves
. We rebuild, and when the time is right to take back the world...we rise.”
Reality.
Dan’s eyes snapped open, drinking in the warm light spilling through the window onto the bed.
He smiled. At the other end of the apartment, he could hear Elaine in the kitchen, trying to mask the sound of her noisy attempts at making breakfast with an even noisier rendition of an old
Madonna
hit.
He shut his eyes, just listening.
It was all a dream, of course it was. Elaine was gone, and soon, Dan would be, too. He wasn’t in his bed; his body was in a cave somewhere far beneath the surface of Yellowstone, ripped and punctured, slowly dying.
That didn’t matter; he didn’t need it anymore.
His mind floated.
Let death come. He could wait.
In the meantime, he had the dream.
And, for once, it was better than reality.
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Adrift series
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