Remnants — Episode 3

Bobby stopped nearly a block away, and they stared as the church quickly incinerated. Even with their windows closed, he felt the heat, put the car in reverse to back away. Kyra’s grip tightened.

“Charlie!” She pointed farther down the street.

He snapped his head to follow her finger, expecting to see her husband standing there. The preacher must have survived, after all. Bobby saw no one, turned to look at Kyra.

“Where?”

“His car. It’s gone.”

Bobby looked again. Everything was burning down to the ground.

“He parked it right there in his space.”

Bobby continued to look, thinking.

If Charlie escaped in time, where was he now? Probably home, assuming Kyra would be there, alone.

Except Bobby hadn’t seen any car when they were leaving. He hadn’t expected to.

Kyra coughed.

She bent forward, racked by a series of gagging attempts to expel something from her throat.

“What’s wrong?” Bobby asked anxiously, then felt something enter his own throat, and he also choked.

Ash? he wondered, slamming his foot on the accelerator. The car shot backward as he continued to cough.