alison « Robin Writes

From Alison’s journal:

“As we approached the Chicago Loop, daylight was soon upon us. Concerned that the government mercenaries would be back on patrol, I led everyone through the rail yard and across the abandoned expressway to a subway station, where we went underground to disappear into the darkness ….

“We were curious as to why the subway tunnel had some lighting … astonished to see stockpiles of food, ammo, and weapons lined in the tunnel and not so shocked when we were soon surrounded by the ‘others’ with ARs pointed at our heads. We knew we had not met the enemy, but rather the rebellion.

“I quickly recognized some of their faces … but weren’t they working for the government, as I once had? Then I realized that they, as had I, turned against CoOpCom and created a new ‘army.’ I announced myself as Captain Hinson and demanded to be taken to their leader.

“After interrogation, I was asked if I was willing to put on my old uniform and work for the rebellion as a spy. Naturally, I insisted that I be paired with Abby.

“He told me that we didn’t have much time … that the president would be in the city soon to be briefed … by Kat.

“Kat … that bitch.

“Absofrickinglutely, I said.”

Thought I’d post a few exerpts from REUSED, due out in December – that’s next month, folks!

“At ease, Major Blake.” The older man lowered himself carefully into a chair and turned to study the younger officer. As Colonel Barton’s recent replacement in St. Louis, he was familiarizing himself with the new command and had requested Major Blake, specifically, for this detail. He busied himself for a few moments with a stack of papers on his desk, while covertly watching the newer recruit for any signs of recognition or remembrance.”

And so it begins….

“She awoke with a start. Damn. Strange dream. She shook it off, realizing the car had stopped. The young corporal opened the door and she scrambled out and took her bag from him. She strode purposefully towards the waiting chopper; it wouldn’t do to show any kind of weakness even though her legs were trembling a bit. Taking a deep breath, Alison climbed into the seat and strapped herself in, willing the dream to disappear as she focused on what lay ahead.”

And continues….

“Out of habit, she clicked off the flashlight and crouched behind a display, gun at the ready. The sound became louder. After a few minutes, Abby let her breath out in a rush. The sound faded as they circled and flew away. Taking a moment to relax her clenched muscles and steady her breathing, Abby realized the damn things had been hovering directly over Barnhart. She wondered if they’d seen her truck, if they’d noticed. Surely they’d picked up her presence, through infrared if nothing else. Then she remembered: that didn’t work, for whatever reason, on VADER survivors.”