Apocalypse Weird: Reversal (Polar Wyrd Book 1) by Jennifer Ellis Read Free Book Online

didn’t shoot him. Of course, it would require an incredible stroke of luck for her to hit anything blind. She hadn’t been a great shot when she could see.
    Sasha tried sending a few distress emails, but she couldn’t see what she was typing or even if she was in the email application. She moved the mouse to where she thought the application was and double-clicked, but for all she knew she was just typing randomly to herself.
    The storm beat against the station all night, and by the time Sasha’s stomach told her it might be morning, she lay on the couch trying to nap, while Soren doggedly worked his way through the channels another time. Timber lay at her feet, and Tundra and Cedar lay by the door of the station growling intermittently.
    She didn’t have the heart to tell Soren that she didn’t think his efforts with the radio would be of any use. She had minored in linguistics in university, and she was pretty much completely certain that the languages that the people were speaking over the radio didn’t exist. It also occurred to her that strangely, Kyle had never asked for the eyewash.
    And then there was the issue of what she was quite sure she had heard the polar bear say just before Soren had started shooting.
    Perfect . She was pretty certain it had said perfect .

Chapter 4 – Day of Dark
    When it seemed like it was very likely day, Soren and Sasha made their way to the kitchen and prepared toast, their movements measured and careful. They opened the door to the sleeping wing and called out to Amber, but she did not reply. They left a plate of toast on the floor just inside the corridor, and relocked the door.
    They ate in silence and then remained sitting at the table. Sasha wondered if they were looking at each other. The storm had lessened overnight, but still railed against the windows. Nobody had rung the buzzer on the external station door.
    “Now what?” she asked finally.
    Soren hesitated for a second before replying. “The storm’s died down a bit. I think we go out looking for the others and take the portable radio and see if we can get a better signal somewhere else. Based on the way they’re moving around the station, I think the dogs can see. They’d be freaking out if they couldn’t. So maybe Tundra can guide us, and I have a voice-activated GPS somewhere. Then we can at least be sure we can find our way back. But you can stay here if you want.”
    She pictured his earnest face across the table from her. Being sightless on an ice plain in an Arctic hurricane with whatever had attacked the dogs was hardly on her top ten list of Arctic adventures, but she couldn’t let him go alone.
     
     
    The GPS was located after turning out the contents of several drawers. “I never did care much for the thing talking to me,” Soren said, as he checked the batteries.
    After explaining their plans to Amber through the crack of the east wing door, and asking her to relinquish the gun, which was met with open hostility and threats, they piled survival bars just inside the wing and relocked the door.
    “It’s not like she can’t escape through the emergency exit,” Soren said when they discussed the ethics of keeping Amber locked up. “This just prevents her from bursting in on us here in the station.”
    They suited up in their long underwear, fleece mid-layers, parkas, and snow pants and packed water, hot shots, survival bars for two days, ropes, and climbing gear. At the last minute, Soren went back into the station to collect a tent and some sleeping bags. Sasha supposed that the good thing about everyone being blind was that Soren couldn’t see her expression at the prospect of needing the tent. Maybe in a world of blind people, she could come across as a tougher and cooler person than she was.
    In the bay, Soren hitched Tundra to a sled. Tundra was unusually skittish, lunging and pulling at the leash, and Soren had to raise his voice to get the dog under control. Sasha was just thankful