Dusk of Defiance (The Era of Ensemble Book 1) Read Online Free PDF Page A
Author: JP Woosey
defences at his home back on Earth. Luke missed his grandfather and the farm, he missed his entire family but mostly he missed Megan. He needed to find her. He knew she was aboard the ship somewhere. Are you safe Megan?
A loud noise snapped Luke out of his reverie. His heart thumped. The pounding on the door to the living quarters made Luke nervous. It sounded as if someone was butting the door with their head. Luke grabbed some ammunition out of the box and loaded it carefully into the cylinder of the revolver. He stuffed some more rounds into his pockets, slung the holster around his waist and placed the box in a backpack, a grey dark one that was rarely used which he found while rummaging through the closet.
The consistent banging had stopped and Luke said a silent thank you to his grandfather. If it wasn’t for him he would have nothing with which to defend himself. Luke grabbed the backpack and placed it over his shoulders and onto his back. He checked the cylinder to his revolver again just to be sure he had loaded the rounds, and then he made his way to the bedroom door. Luke turned to Elizabeth, reluctant to leave her. An internal battle to hold and caress his love, quashed by a stronger urge for self-preservation. I have to get out of here. He quietly unlocked the door, held his revolver ready, and walked through the opening. He checked his corners. Nothing. He couldn’t hear anything from the corridor. Luke edged close to the front door, the touchpad had an image of a locked padlock upon it. He pressed the pad, and it unlocked. The door slid open. Luke raised his weapon as a person stumbled through the doorway. He lowered his weapon as the body crashed to the floor. There was blood gushing from the person’s head, Luke looked away from the body. The door tried to close but the body prevented it, it continually thudded into the insane man’s sides. Luke tapped the touchpad again and the door stayed open. He pulled the body through into his apartment. Dead bodies, madness, horrible creatures no longer human, what have I woken up to? He steadied his breathing, with an inner urge to survive.
Luke exited the room and checked, to his right, and then to his left. He stepped out into the corridor. It was quiet. He didn’t realise how quiet the ship could be. He was used to being around the loud machinery controlling the air flow in the air plantation centre, where he worked. He remembered his pet project. Elizabeth had helped him manipulate and modify certain plants to provide a more efficient oxygen supply, but it was still early in development. He had treated his plants with tender loving care and they had been thriving. He even called them his babies and said they were growing well. This had made Elizabeth laugh. He was a natural. It was as if Luke had never left the farm. His grandparents’ farm where he had played with his sister. He glanced to his left and found a map of the spaceship stuck to the wall. He needed to get to the opposite side of the ship if he wanted to find Megan.
Chapter 3
“ Would the nearest engineer please make their way to the engines and power section 32-B and reroute power.” The female computerised voice spoke over the speaker system and Luke ignored it once again. There must still be people like me aboard the ship. They can’t all have lost their minds . He passed a stairwell. A sign above it read ‘Tram’. That’s what he needed. It was the fastest way to get around the ship, and probably the safest.
Luke entered the stairwell. There were noises from below, but he couldn’t pinpoint them. The darkness left him with a deepening sense of disorientation. Are the noises moving away from me? Or are they approaching me? He listened intently. They were no louder nor softer to his ear. He steadied his breathing. I can do this , or so he kept telling himself. He took tight hold of the railing besides him and slowly stepped down the stairs. He stopped abruptly half way down the first
A loud noise snapped Luke out of his reverie. His heart thumped. The pounding on the door to the living quarters made Luke nervous. It sounded as if someone was butting the door with their head. Luke grabbed some ammunition out of the box and loaded it carefully into the cylinder of the revolver. He stuffed some more rounds into his pockets, slung the holster around his waist and placed the box in a backpack, a grey dark one that was rarely used which he found while rummaging through the closet.
The consistent banging had stopped and Luke said a silent thank you to his grandfather. If it wasn’t for him he would have nothing with which to defend himself. Luke grabbed the backpack and placed it over his shoulders and onto his back. He checked the cylinder to his revolver again just to be sure he had loaded the rounds, and then he made his way to the bedroom door. Luke turned to Elizabeth, reluctant to leave her. An internal battle to hold and caress his love, quashed by a stronger urge for self-preservation. I have to get out of here. He quietly unlocked the door, held his revolver ready, and walked through the opening. He checked his corners. Nothing. He couldn’t hear anything from the corridor. Luke edged close to the front door, the touchpad had an image of a locked padlock upon it. He pressed the pad, and it unlocked. The door slid open. Luke raised his weapon as a person stumbled through the doorway. He lowered his weapon as the body crashed to the floor. There was blood gushing from the person’s head, Luke looked away from the body. The door tried to close but the body prevented it, it continually thudded into the insane man’s sides. Luke tapped the touchpad again and the door stayed open. He pulled the body through into his apartment. Dead bodies, madness, horrible creatures no longer human, what have I woken up to? He steadied his breathing, with an inner urge to survive.
Luke exited the room and checked, to his right, and then to his left. He stepped out into the corridor. It was quiet. He didn’t realise how quiet the ship could be. He was used to being around the loud machinery controlling the air flow in the air plantation centre, where he worked. He remembered his pet project. Elizabeth had helped him manipulate and modify certain plants to provide a more efficient oxygen supply, but it was still early in development. He had treated his plants with tender loving care and they had been thriving. He even called them his babies and said they were growing well. This had made Elizabeth laugh. He was a natural. It was as if Luke had never left the farm. His grandparents’ farm where he had played with his sister. He glanced to his left and found a map of the spaceship stuck to the wall. He needed to get to the opposite side of the ship if he wanted to find Megan.
Chapter 3
“ Would the nearest engineer please make their way to the engines and power section 32-B and reroute power.” The female computerised voice spoke over the speaker system and Luke ignored it once again. There must still be people like me aboard the ship. They can’t all have lost their minds . He passed a stairwell. A sign above it read ‘Tram’. That’s what he needed. It was the fastest way to get around the ship, and probably the safest.
Luke entered the stairwell. There were noises from below, but he couldn’t pinpoint them. The darkness left him with a deepening sense of disorientation. Are the noises moving away from me? Or are they approaching me? He listened intently. They were no louder nor softer to his ear. He steadied his breathing. I can do this , or so he kept telling himself. He took tight hold of the railing besides him and slowly stepped down the stairs. He stopped abruptly half way down the first