Keep Going (Book 1): The Beginning by Alex Andrade Read Free Book Online

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    She chuckled and reached for the bottle never needing a drink more in her life. Petey’s hand shot out and grabbed her wrist. She looked shocked by the swift movement but was really shocked by her other hand. How it moved without consent to the machete on her side, she let her arm hang lifelessly to her side and didn’t pull away but grabbed the bottle more firmly. He raised her sleeve up and revealed the scratches, she winced quietly as the blood had dried and attached to her clothing.
    “You’re bleeding.” Petey muttered.
    Alex pulled her arm away and brought the bottle to her lips. She took a large gulp the wine dry and sweet. She rubbed her face and sniffed.
    “I’m fine.” She replied her tone tight.
    She plopped down and leaned her back against the wall. Taking large sips from the bottle, as if enough would erase the memories of the day’s events. Petey sat down next to her, first aid kit in hand. She didn’t fight or protest when he took the bottle away from her and set it down. Grabbing her arm he cleaned off the dried blood revealing the still very red scratches. She looked away, the scratches seemed so angry to be on her skin.
    It didn’t appear to be as bad as he originally thought it to be. She winced as the alcohol from the cleaner burned just like before. Petey uttered a small apology at her discomfort believing to only be from the medicine. He wrapped her arm after it was clean and moved on to her fingertips. He saw that some skin had been taken off the top but no blood had been shed. He wiped them off quickly making sure no other cuts were hiding.
    After he had finished he leaned back against the wall sitting closer to Alex and he took a sip of the wine before handing the bottle back. Alex wasn’t willing to lean in but the closeness did bring a great sense of comfort. He watched as she started blankly at the bottle in her hand as if it was speaking to her. Sharing secrets about what had happened. The painful expression in her eyes made him want to keep silent but he knew he had to ask.
    “What happened up there? How did Charlie die?” He questioned.
    Alex didn’t answer; she let a dark chuckle. He felt a shiver go up his spine at the sound. Snatching the bottle back he took a large swig. The story that was about to be told was not going to be a good one, he knew it. Alex took the bottle back and just like him took a large swig. It left her a bit woozy but she embraced at as it hazed her memories just a little.
    “Everything looked fine. All the glass was broken but other than that everything looked okay. Charlie identified some tracks as Humvees.” She stopped and clenched the bottle. He feared it would shatter in her vice like grip. “Did you know he was going to be the first in generations not to be a mechanic? I’m not sure what he was going to do. I should remembered though, he told me and should have remembered but I don’t.”
    She swallowed the wine until only three sips were left in the bottle. She didn’t want to remember anymore, she didn’t want to talk but the look on Petey’s face. She had to finish; she had to warn hm.
    “We got to my house. Got a couple of bags, I changed clothes and my old machete.” She looked at the blood stained blade on the floor. “I need to clean that.”
    She spoke as if it was just an ordinary task. Petey nudged her shoulder and brought her back to her tale.
    “We were headed back but then we ran into people.” She furred her brows. “No, they weren’t people. They were monsters.”
    Alex looked at Petey’s face twisted in confusion and fear. She cleared her throat and looked away; if she continued to stare she wouldn’t be able to finish. She would come up with some lie to make him feel better but she needed him to be scared.
    “They were not alive. They had these eyes; glowing blue but…I’m not sure.” She bit her lip hard enough to draw blood. How could she properly explain what they were? She had no clue what they