Remnants — Episode 6

A branch cracked beneath his boot and Charlie halted, waited, then relaxed. Attention still riveted on the ground, Kent hadn’t even looked his way.

Charlie frowned. The scene near the pumps made no sense. Kent hadn’t moved, either to kick her or to help her up. What was really going on? He sneaked closer, trying to understand what was happening.

He raised the club and rushed forward, aiming to crush in the back of his enemy’s skull. By god, he’d show this fornicator what he came for.

Just before he reached Kent, Charlie glanced over at Kyra and stumbled. What the hell? That wasn’t Kyra. But what was it, and where was she?

He rammed into Kent from behind, his weapon slithering from his grasp. Both men collapsed to the ground. Kent hunched his shoulders against Charlie’s chest and tried to lift him. Charlie shoved down hard, forcing Kent’s forehead into the concrete, then looked around for the club.

There. Just beyond his reach. He’d have to turn loose to retrieve it.

Kent bucked and rose up with Charlie still on his back. The preacher jumped away, knocking Kent down again, and lunged toward his weapon.

He rolled, missed the club, and landed atop the mess on the ground. He looked into Kyra’s eyes. What was left of them, anyway.