Break Free The Night (Book 2): Loss of Light Read Online Free PDF

string up a shelter of sorts. It wasn't very effective. It had stopped raining an hour ago but Kaylee was still shivering. She wanted a fire, roaring, bright, and hot as hell. She wanted clean, and more importantly dry, clothing.
     
                  Emma was leaning against her, huddled against her really. It was rare for Emma to do that these days, to touch anyone. Kaylee was glad for the little warmth she leant.
     
                  It was a mostly non-verbal afternoon. The storm had drowned everyone out for a while, even when they were crouched low and together by the stairwell, having to avoid the metal hoods when lighting began to cut across the sky.
     
                  It had taken Emma fifteen minutes to rinse herself clean of blood. When she came out from behind the vent hood, covered head to toe in the new clothes Kaylee had picked out for her, she scowled at her sister. Kaylee had laughed, remembering the lingerie.
     
                  "Blue not your color, Em?" Kaylee teased. Emma rolled her eyes. "Did you find the-"
     
                  "Matching panties?" Emma had interrupted through grit teeth. "Yeah, real practical, thanks."
     
                  That prompted the last smile to curl Kaylee's lips for the remainder of the afternoon.
     
                  "The motor home looks okay," Bill called out. He was peering over the edge of the roof. "Nothing is scratching at it anymore."
     
                  Kaylee looked up from where she was settled against her father's shoulder. She had spent the day there, wedged between her father and sister. But whether due to the storm or the general sense of exhaustion, no one seemed to question her keeping her distance from Jack.
     
                  Except Jack, of course. But he said nothing, didn't challenge her, barely looked her way even. And Kaylee was grateful, because she couldn't look his way either. The one thing the weather did not wash away was that red dot, still dancing in her periphery even after her nap and even with the rain pounding everything else into hazy insignificance.
     
                  Dusk had settled and it was dark and cold. The sun did terrible things to the people growling and moaning on the ground and in the stairwell but at least it had kept some warmth in the air. Kaylee could feel Emma trembling next to her, both girls were soaked through and any hope of clean, dry clothing was erased with one look at the backpack in which Kaylee had stuffed all her bundles of clothing.
     
                  Waterproof next time , she thought wryly, staring at the useless thing.
     
                  Jack was peering over the side of the roof into the gloom below. Bill came up beside him and Kaylee could just hear the timbre of their whispered conversation. She watched as Jack nodded and then turned towards the rest of the group.
     
                  "What do you think, Quinton," Jack asked, calling across the small expanse, "stairs or rope?"
     
                  Quinton moved to the door of the stairs and undid the lock. The rest of the group backed away. When the door opened, three bodies fell in a heap on the roof, dragging raspy breath through rattling lungs but looking dead in every other way. He swept the beam of a flashlight down the remainder of the stairs and Kaylee saw in an instant the pileup of infected and jumped when three different mouths hissed at the light; yellowed, bloodshot eyes sweeping in their direction.
     
                  "Do we need anything at all from the inside?" Quinton asked, directing his gaze to Anna. She shook her head.
     
                  "Nothing I couldn't find at any other pharmacy."
     
                  "Then rope," Quinton said, shutting off the flashlight with a click. The bodies of the infected fell back unto the stairwell with a thud,