N87 Virus | Book 1 | After the Outbreak Kadin, Karri (booksvooks TXT) 📖

“Um, yeah, sure,” Allison placed both of her hands on the table, palms up, in front of Sophie as Morgan had done previously.

“And which is your dominant hand?” Sophie asked.

“My right,” Allison told her.

“Another thing we have in common.” Morgan winked.

“Interesting.” Sophie ran the crystal over Allison’s hands, running over the same spots until Allison’s hand hurt. She furrowed her brow as she looked at Allison’s hands. “You have Air hands. You worry and stress far too much.” Sophie dug the crystal into Allison’s hand, following the lines. “Your life line is solid on both hands. That is a good sign; you will have a long life. But your life line and fate line cross, indicating you will be a public figure of some sort. There are so many crosses in your headline I fear you have many emotional crises to work through. You will be challenged in this life. But you too are destined to help others, to impact this world in a way no one has ever seen before.” Allison felt the familiar sensation of heat building in her core, the adrenaline rush pulsing beneath the surface of her skin. Allison pulled her hands away from Sophie, a little more strongly than she had intended. The jerk caught Sophie off guard and she almost fell out of her chair.

“I think I’m done,” Allison said. She stood up and swung her bag onto her back. “Let’s go, Morgan.” Allison began walking toward the door with Morgan at her heels.

Sophie remained seated but called out, “Just because things seem one way today, child, does not mean they will not be completely different tomorrow! You will help people, you will save lives, you will save us all.”

The woman’s voice faded as Allison and Morgan walked out the door back down to the sidewalk. Allison did not know where she was going, but she sure as hell wasn’t staying near that woman. Her? Save people? She was no one’s savior. She was someone’s nightmare, probably the nightmare of every person left alive on this giant rock. She couldn’t even save the backpack man. How the hell would she save anyone? Morgan rushed to Allison’s side and grabbed her arm.

“Whoa, slow down. I can hardly keep up with you. And I thought Matt walked fast. Come on, stop. What was that about?” Morgan tugged on Allison’s arm and Allison slowed to a pace that Morgan seemed more able to keep up with.

“I just felt she was full of shit, and I didn’t want to sit there and continue to listen to it.” Allison let out a sigh and her shoulders dropped.

“It seems like more than that to me.” Morgan scanned Allison. “How about I take you somewhere fun?” Before Allison could answer, Morgan had her by the hand leading her off down the street. They came to a small parklike area with benches and gazebos. Morgan led them over to a gazebo and pointed across the park at a group of men on an old football field. “People come here to practice survival stuff. Shooting, fighting, foraging for food, that kind of stuff. An older man teaches most of the classes, but the doctor does come teach some first aid sometimes. I don’t know what the man used to do before the outbreak, but he knows a lot of stuff. I think he must have been a Navy Seal or something. Mostly men and boys take the classes, but girls are welcome. From my short experience here, every cute boy that comes to town will end up on that field. So it’s the perfect place for some breathtaking views.” Morgan smiled at Allison and then turned her attention to the football field.

Allison sat on the bench next to Morgan, placing her bag on the ground behind her. She looked at the field. A few men were practicing archery; they were not very good. At the opposite end of the field was a larger group of younger men huddled around two others who were fighting. Every once in a while, an older man would stop them, correct them on something, then have them start again. After a while two new men entered the circle. One was taller than the other, with shaggy hair that covered his ears. He took off his shirt and Allison could see the definition in his abs from where she sat. This guy was fit. The surrounding crowd cheered and chanted as the two men faced each other. From what they were saying, this guy’s name was Elliot, and he was the best fighter in town. His opponent was half a foot shorter than him, his shoulders were broad like a linebacker’s, and his hair was cut close to his head. The two began circling the ring with their fists in the air.

“Elliot is my favorite. Oh, my god, he is so handsome! Every girl in town likes him. Even the older women! I don’t think he has ever lost a fight. He was an MMA fighter or something.” Morgan grinned and clutched Allison’s hand excitedly. “This is going to be great! He will destroy that guy!”

The two men continued to circle around the ring, moving in closer to each other. Elliot threw the first punch, a strong right jab, but his opponent dodged the blow. Elliot swung again, this time with a left hook, but the man blocked it with his forearm while sending a punch of his own dead-on into Elliot’s chest. Elliot stumbled back a few steps, caught off guard by the blow. The man advanced forward and threw a combination set of punches into Elliot’s abdomen. Elliot jabbed, but the man blocked it then lobbed a cross which his opponent dodged, a left hook to his opponent’s abdomen which landed, and another cross which was blocked by the man. The man sent a jab toward Elliot’s face. As Elliot raised his arms to block the punch the man seized