Readers discretion: Adult language, violence, and some adult scenes. For mature audiences only.
Title: Soulless (The Immortal Gene #1)
Author: Jacinta Maree
Published: October 1, 2015
Genres: Dystopia, Supernatural
Above the crashing of water, a voice called up behind us. At first, there was just one voice but soon there was another and another. I slowed and stiffly looked over my shoulder. Among the downpour, a band of four blurred figures walked toward me. In their arms, they held rifles.
Shock buckled my knees as I collapsed, accidently dropping Diesel onto his stomach. I pulled him with me as I quickly took cover behind a tree. The rebels. They scoured the forest floor, kicking at bushes, checking behind and up the trees. There were about eight of them lining up the hillside incline. I shoved Diesel into
the shrubs and covered him up with thin sticks. They would find him, easily. His legs stuck out like slim logs with boots attached. I couldn’t run but my leg could carry enough weight to let me skip.
I scrambled out as they neared and ran down the muddy hillside away from Diesel. Mud pulled heavily down on my sleeves as I waved my arms above my head.
"Hey!" My voice barely scratched above the loud thumping of the rain. I swallowed and tried again. “Hey! Over here!” They turned to me, rifles lifted.
"There! She's there! Stop her! Shoot her down!" Among the hammering rain, I heard them scrambling over the roots and bushes behind me. Wild bullets whizzed by my head and I cowered, trying not to slow down despite the exhaustion tearing through my calves.
Every breath wheezed. My chest tightened as though clamps squeezed around my ribs and lungs. I ran as fast as I could, pushing off my bad leg despite the intense ache. My body screamed in pain and my legs buckled, slamming me into the ground. I couldn’t do it. Exhaustion was my final downfall, and despite my
internal screaming to run, everything inside my body went into shut down.
On all fours, I crawled forward, knowing how pathetic I must looked when a sniper rifle fired above me. A bullet skimmed my face, cutting the side of my cheek. I dropped immediately to my stomach. The shot didn’t come from behind me; the bang came from in front. Five more shots went off, two around my head and I immediately rolled out of the open and behind a tree.
Suddenly, I was surrounded by dogs, signalling to their masters that they found me. Before I could speak, I was struck hard across the head, spinning my vision into darkness. I gasped and tipped over, sprawling out across the forest floor.
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