Apocalypse Days: I Rule with Foresight and a Powerful Son
Youβd think seeing the future would give me a head start on surviving the apocalypse. I had it all plannedβuntil everything I knew shattered when my husband sacrificed himself to save me and our son. Now itβs just me, my three-year-old son Leo, and my cursed gift of foresight that only seems to kick in when itβs nearly too late.
Iβm doing my best to keep us safe, to find food, to make some kind of planβ
βMommy?β
I glance down, trying to ignore the tug on my pant leg as I focus on our supplies. βNot now, Leo. Mommyβs thinking.β
βMommy!β
I sigh and finally look down. My three-year-old is standing there, clutchingβ¦ I blink. βLeo, where did you get a knife?β
He shrugs, grinning like itβs the most natural thing in the world.
My heart stutters. βNo, really. Where did you find that?β
I try not to laugh. I mean, heβs three. Maybe he justβfound it somewhere? But the next day, itβs a water bottle. Then, a tiny flashlight, somehow with batteries still inside.
I donβt even know what else; heβs pulling things out one by one with the pleased grin of a kid whoβs 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 donβt even know his name, but I know his type: tall, broad, and annoyingly handsome, with an air of calm control thatβs out of place in this chaos. Ex-military, if I had to guess, with a voice thatβs just as infuriating as his smirk. The man has a habit of showing up at the worstβor bestβpossible times, with a gun at the ready and secrets buried as deep as those bright green eyes.
I mean, heβs probably useful, but Iβm 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 worldβexcept the fact that people like him are trouble.
QuillMistress Β· Sci-fi