Apocalypse Days: I Rule with Foresight and a Powerful Son
Youโd think seeing the future would give me a head start on surviving the apocalypse. I had it all plannedโuntil everything I knew shattered when my husband sacrificed himself to save me and our son. Now itโs just me, my three-year-old son Leo, and my cursed gift of foresight that only seems to kick in when itโs nearly too late.
Iโm doing my best to keep us safe, to find food, to make some kind of planโ
โMommy?โ
I glance down, trying to ignore the tug on my pant leg as I focus on our supplies. โNot now, Leo. Mommyโs thinking.โ
โMommy!โ
I sigh and finally look down. My three-year-old is standing there, clutchingโฆ I blink. โLeo, where did you get a knife?โ
He shrugs, grinning like itโs the most natural thing in the world.
My heart stutters. โNo, really. Where did you find that?โ
I try not to laugh. I mean, heโs three. Maybe he justโfound it somewhere? But the next day, itโs a water bottle. Then, a tiny flashlight, somehow with batteries still inside.
I donโt even know what else; heโs pulling things out one by one with the pleased grin of a kid whoโs just figured out his favorite game.
Well, we may just survive this mess after all.
Now, if only the universe could have spared me from him. I donโt even know his name, but I know his type: tall, broad, and annoyingly handsome, with an air of calm control thatโs out of place in this chaos. Ex-military, if I had to guess, with a voice thatโs just as infuriating as his smirk. The man has a habit of showing up at the worstโor bestโpossible times, with a gun at the ready and secrets buried as deep as those bright green eyes.
I mean, heโs probably useful, but Iโm trying to keep my eyes on the prize here: survival.
For Leo and me.
Because, foresight or no foresight, nothing is guaranteed in this new worldโexcept the fact that people like him are trouble.
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