by Maira Dawn
Sanctuary’s Aggression Box Set Books 1-3
A Post-Apocalyptic Survival Series
Maira Dawn
Sanctuary’s Aggression © 2019 Maira Dawn
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Contents
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Sanctuary’s Aggression
Introduction
1. After Today
2. It Begins
3. Jesse
4. Ohio
5. Tell Me
6. Just Go
7. Seen Worse
8. The Bengay Standoff
9. Mighta Coulda
10. A Sigh of Relief
11. A Good Day after All
12. The Sick
13. A Goner
14. A Monster
15. All Done
16. Up to Me
17. Way Too Much
18. Piece of Junk
19. The Woodsmen Variety
20. Stalled
21. This Part
22. The Temper of Dylan
23. Had To
24. Did Alright
25. The Cabin
26. Sorry
27. People
28. Skye Baby
29. Story of My Life
30. Two Days
The Road
1. Need Help
2. Ever
3. Your Boy
4. Brother
5. Random Acts of Kindness
6. Slow and Easy
7. Anyway…
8. This is Skye
9. Need Something
10. I Don’t Want To
11. Run
12. Over
13. Tell It
14. Not Proud
15. Not Enough
16. Happy for You
17. Not Easy
18. All Along
19. You Never Know
20. The Town
21. The Road
22. The Note
23. Strength
24. Wait for It
25. In Front of Me
26. A Mistake
27. Hurry
28. This Tryin Thing
29. Numbers
30. History
31. So Much
32. The Good
33. Dad
34. One Way or the Other
35. Seems to Me
36. The Crash
37. Ready
The Climb
1. Calvin
2. Close
3. Home
4. Promise Me
5. Weston
6. Get This Done
7. Flash Bang
8. Getting Home
9. Quarantine
10. A Fine Idea
11. The Picnic
12. Reach
13. Promises
14. Something About That Woman
15. Womanly Attention
16. No Sense in Freezing
17. Ain’t Any Good
18. Burdens
19. Words
20. Crazy Out of his Mind
21. A Different Man
22. Salvation
23. Family
24. Tomorrow It Is
25. If You Stay
26. A Chance
27. One Piece
28. Close
29. Deserted
30. Headlines
31. My Boy
32. Hope
33. White Coats
34. The Bad Guys
35. I Will If I Have To
36. Defeat
37. The Only Thing
38. Skye
39. Fix Her
40. The End of Me
41. The Beginning of Them
About the Author
Afterword
Special Thanks
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Sanctuary’s Aggression
A Post-Apocalyptic Survival Series
Introduction
Rabies is a terrifying, life-threatening condition that kills over fifty-five thousand people a year. Without early treatment the fatality rate is nearly one hundred percent.
Nightmare symptoms include, confusion, uncontrollable rage, hallucinations, excruciating pain hyper-salivation difficulty swallowing, psychosis, terror, convulsions, coma, and death. The incubation period is from ten days to one year.
To spread the infection, the host’s brain is rewired by the virus to bite others.
What if rabies was altered? What if it became airborne, mutating with a flu virus?
The deadliest flu virus known to man.
The 1918 Flu Pandemic killed fifty to one hundred million people, making its victims suffer. Within hours of feeling the first symptoms of extreme fatigue, fever, and headache, many victims turned blue. The blue shade could become so pronounced that it was difficult to determine a patient’s original skin color.
Patients often coughed with such force they tore their abdominal muscles. Lungs filled with so much liquid, they would suffocate to death. Foamy blood exited their mouths and noses.
To this day, no one knows why the flu virus suddenly mutated into such a deadly form. Nor do they know how to prevent it from happening again.
This is the story of that possibility.
What would life be like?
What would you be like?
1
After Today
Skye's face paled. The broadcast's warnings echoed through her mind even as the terrified voice on the radio faded away. A hostile mob of rabies-infected people scoured the streets of Colton looking for the healthy, and they headed her way.
The disease escalated faster than anyone predicted. They said we would have a year, at least six months. Skye's heart drummed against her chest. We had three.
A fresh wave of fear pulsed through her. She had little time, and for a moment, the notion paralyzed her. The sharp ticking of a clock rang through her head. Skye stepped one way, then the other, unsure of where to begin.
They're coming! The screaming thought spurred Skye into action. She tore through the spacious rooms of her house, her heart tapping out a rhythm as fast as her feet. The events of the last couple of months pounded through her head.
Skye's mind spun like a Tilt-a-Whirl randomly speeding through
everything they needed. Clothes... toothbrush... sleeping bags... food.
She halted at her bedroom door and scanned the room. There it is. Skye grabbed her moss-green backpack and rushed into the walk-in closet. From her dresser, she pulled jeans, shirts and other essentials shoving them into it.
Her thoughts shrieked for her to hurry while a low voice in the back of her mind berated her for letting fear get in her way, causing her to delay. It could have all been done, should have all been done.
Skye covered her mouth to hold in a cry. I might have just procrastinated myself to death.
Her bare feet slapped the cool, gray stone tile floor when she raced through the bathroom grabbing a bag of toiletries. Skye startled as she caught the reflection of her green eyes in the mirror, wide with fright. She moved on, pushing at her long, dark hair, but the sight stayed with her.
A bead of sweat traced Skye's back as she ran to her well-equipped kitchen. She flung open the white cabinets pulling out peanut butter, protein bars, fruit, and water, setting them on the marble countertop. Is this all the food that’s left? I need enough for both of us.
The boy was her priority now. Skye needed to get to him—that she knew. How much time she had, she did not.
A wave of nausea overtook her, and she fought it back, gripping the smooth marble with her trembling hands. There is no time for this. I have to leave, leave now. She threw everything on top of the clothes in her bag and turned to go.
A sharp crack then glass shattering at the neighboring house stopped her short. The odor of burning wood drifted to her.
I need a weapon.
The uninvited thought shocked her. She covered her lips as if she had said the words aloud. It shoved away all other worries, and she imagined the many ways she might need to protect herself.
Skye looked around the immaculate room and saw her large set of kitchen knives. They were versatile. A knife, especially this kind of knife, didn't automatically make her a bad person.
She wrapped her hand over the smooth, wooden handle and swiftly drew the longest knife from the butcher block. Still, the swoosh it made when sliding into the slim side pocket of the backpack caused her stomach to flutter with uneasiness.
Skye grasped the increasingly heavy bag and ran into the hallway, snatching her purse containing the car keys while slipping on shoes. Out of habit, she twisted the lock on her stained-glass front door.
Stupid. Can't come back here ever again, not after what I'm going to do.
Skye crossed onto the hard concrete of the garage floor. She yanked open the back door of her blue Jeep throwing in her backpack and her unopened camping gear.
Her stomach clenched when she heard voices. She leaped into the vehicle and slammed the key into the ignition, turning it before she even hit the seat.
She threw the Jeep into reverse and floored it. Tires spun and squealed as they met pavement. White smoke trailed over the roof of the car.
Skye raced down the street. She pushed the gas pedal as far as she dared as the Jeep screeched around the wild curves of the West Virginia road. She only hoped she would arrive in time to save Jesse.
A last panicked look in the rear-view mirror told her she had narrowly escaped the horde. As she sped through the historic town, she gave it a silent, sentimental goodbye.
One way or another, after today, my life will never be the same.
2
It Begins
Two months earlier, Skye was laid back in her padded office chair humming as she munched on her favorite salad. Her right hand clicked her mouse, cuing up a few James Corden and Jimmy Fallon videos.
Her favorite lunch consisted of salad and coffee. Today, she treated herself to two cookies from the batch of chocolate chip she made last night. Skye liked to keep things simple. Her job presented plenty of complications. Young, troubled patients with emotional parents kept her walking a tightrope most days. And acerbated her own anxiety issues. Lunch was her time. Simple, normal, quiet.
A notification of a new email from her friend, Diane, flashed onto the screen. Skye clicked on it. Diane had included a YouTube link along with the text.
Check this out. It happened near Colton. Everyone's saying this is a hoax, but it's odd. No, it's more than that. It's something strange. What is wrong with this guy?
Before and after the message, there were several grimacing emojis. In spite of that, Skye stopped humming.
Her curiosity peaked, she clicked the link and pushed play
It was an amateur video, grainy and shaky. This alone would have been enough for Skye to move on, sure it was a joke, regardless of what Diane thought. But she stayed her hand. Her cousin, Tom, was in the video. Tall, blonde and built like a linebacker, he was hard to miss.
In her work as a therapist for abused children, Skye often needed information from the local law enforcement agency. Her first choice was Tom, the local sheriff. One thing she knew, if by-the-book Tom was in this video, it was no hoax.
Skye's gaze narrowed as she studied the dark film. A suspect’s black SUV sat on the long strip of grass beside a four-lane highway with multiple police cars surrounding it. While the closer lanes had no traffic, cars still zipped by in the far two lanes.
She ate her salad as about thirty-seconds went by. Police lights flashed. In the fading light, Skye could see a shadowy man in the driver's seat of the SUV. An orange time stamp flashed at the bottom right of the screen. It was taken yesterday evening.
Uniformed officers stood in a circle a few yards from the car. Some on alert, others with hands resting on their belts, looking off into the distance. Tom faced the tail of the SUV and away from the camera. With shoulders squared, he looked ready for anything.
Skye's hand tightened on her silver fork. The peace of the afternoon was shattered. What exactly was this strange thing Diane talked about?
The police officer closest to the suspect's car shouted, "Hands on the steering wheel, sir. Show us your hands."
There was no movement.
"Hands on the steering wheel!"
The suspect quickly raised his arms well over his head. They wavered as he held them there for a moment. He dropped them on the steering wheel with such force they bounced before he grasped it.
The sound on the video faded in and out. "Out of... car, sir."
The man didn't move. He didn't even twitch.
"Sir? I need... step... car now!"
Tom moved his hand to hover over his holster.
Still, the guy didn't respond. The officers nodded to each other. With caution, they took a few steps closer to the vehicle.
They came to an instant standstill when the driver's door unlatched. It didn't open all the way. It stayed there, barely a bump along the side of the automobile. Something that should have been scarcely noticeable, yet it was all everyone watched.
The opening widened, inch by inch. It was an old man struggling to get out of the car. No, not an old man. Someone disabled or ill.
One jean-covered leg moved from the car to the ground. Once that foot was stable, the man carefully transferred the other.
A shaky hand grabbed the vehicle's door to hoist himself out. His head down, he paid no attention to the chaos surrounding him.
He took a single slow, unsteady step, then another. A hand laid on the SUV windows to maintain balance. His right foot lightly dragged along the ground as he walked.
At first glance, he didn't appear sinister. Dressed in jeans, a white T-shirt, and a light-blue zippered jacket, he could have been making a run to the local grocery store. However, on closer inspection, something was off, something more than difficulty walking.
His stiff, unstable gait moved him toward the back of the SUV.
Once then twice, he lifted his head. The wide angle of the lens didn’t show much detail, but he squinted his eyes so tight, it was hard to imagine how he could see. Both times the man gave his head a fierce shake then lowered his gaze back to the ground.
Often the man stopped and g
ave a strange shudder. After a few of these episodes, he jerked and heavily leaned against the van. His head whipped forward, and his hands moved to his chest. Bloody gobs of spit flew from his mouth and rolled down his chin.