Rowan Steele - The Dying Light

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“I just mean, there’s usually always something, you know that’s just my aunt out and about. Or maybe my uncle in his barn fixing something. It’s never like this,” she said.

When he looked at her, he could see that her brows were drooped low, her expression pensive. He couldn’t dismiss the possibility that she was simply overreacting, being nervous because she felt so uncertain, but he also couldn’t ignore the fact that she might be right.

“Should we go through the front or the back?” he asked.

“The back. The kitchen is back there, and if they are inside, that’s where they’ll be,” she said.

As they got closer to the structure, Jack studied it.

As he looked at it, he could see that it had been added onto and thought he could tell that the pristine-looking country front porch wasn’t original. As he got closer, he looked at the back, noticed like she did that there were no signs of life.

But things also didn’t look to be in any particular disarray. It was a confusing appearance, one that alarmed him.

If her aunt and uncle had left in a hurry, he would have expected there to be some disarray. But this struck him as different from that, like everything was in place.

“Wait here,” he said.

“No chance,” she whispered.

He gave her a grim laugh and then quickly looked back toward the house.

“Stay to my left,” he said in a tense whisper.

She shifted, moving to his left, few feet behind him. He made his way up the stairs, noticing that they creaked under his weight.

The shifting wood sounded like an explosion, but Jack ignored the instinct to run or do anything else.

Everything inside of him was screaming that he was being watched, and an instant later the confirmation came.

He tensed, the familiar sound of a gun being cocked freezing him in place.

“Welcome to Paradise, Alabama,” came the gruff voice. “We shoot trespassers on sight.”

Somewhere in America’s Heartland…

“Report,” the man in charge barked.

“Sir, yes, sir!” came the immediate response. “Phase One has unfolded as projected. We’ve entered the final stages.”

The man gave a curt nod, a gleam of satisfaction in his eye.

“Initiate Phase Two.”

The Dying Light Book One Copyright © 2018 by Rowan Steele

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