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    Night Scenery
    Night Scenery
    Night Scenery
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    Night Scenery

    By Emery C. Walters

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    It begins with a fading odor and darkness. Lights out, dark as night. Outside the college building, there are flames, lumps of metal and flesh, and no one moving. When Asher finds his car, he's surprised it works and he drives aimlessly, trying in vain for a radio station, any sign of life.

    Recovering his wits, he parks at a truck stop and loads up with things that might be useful. In the dark, someone runs into him and urges him to flee. The thought of maybe having to repopulate the world doesn't appeal to either of them -- Asher is gay, and Sandy isn't sure what she/he/they are.

    Sandy knows a place they might hole up while the world dies around them. It's a cabin that belongs to a friend who might be there.

    Sandy's friend Wade turns up the next day when there's light, again. Are Wade and Sandy an item or just friends? Asher feels like odd man out, but survival is their first priority. Can relationships be sorted out, later?
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJMS Books LLC
    Release dateNov 23, 2019
    ISBN9781646561520
    Night Scenery
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    Emery C. Walters

    Emery C. Walters was born Carol Forde, a name he soon knew didn’t fit the boy he was inside. Transition was unknown back then, so he married and then bore and raised four children. When his youngest child, his gay son, left home, Emery told Carol that she had to step aside, and he fully transitioned from female to male in 2001.

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      Night Scenery - Emery C. Walters

      Night Scenery

      By Emery C. Walters

      Published by JMS Books LLC

      Visit jms-books.com for more information.

      Copyright 2019 Emery C. Walters

      ISBN 9781646561520

      Cover Design: Written Ink Designs | written-ink.com

      Image(s) used under a Standard Royalty-Free License.

      All rights reserved.

      WARNING: This book is not transferable. It is for your own personal use. If it is sold, shared, or given away, it is an infringement of the copyright of this work and violators will be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law.

      No portion of this book may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the publisher, with the exception of brief excerpts used for the purposes of review.

      This book is for ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY. It may contain sexually explicit scenes and graphic language which might be considered offensive by some readers. Please store your files where they cannot be accessed by minors.

      This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are solely the product of the author’s imagination and/or are used fictitiously, though reference may be made to actual historical events or existing locations. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

      Published in the United States of America.

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      Night Scenery

      By Emery C. Walters

      And that’s when the shit hit the fan. Was it my fault for hoping to get out of my final nursing exam? Probably not, but you never know. They say prayer works, and God works in mysterious ways, but still…

      So there I was in the bathroom, reading my upper arm where I’d written notes I’d need for cheating on the test. I had to hurry and get back there so they didn’t get suspicious; I didn’t want to be late. But then there was this—smell—really weird, I mean, I was in a school building on the university campus, no windows near me, but I could still smell it. I was suddenly dizzy and starting to fall, so I grabbed onto the toilet as if I were going to puke.

      Next thing I knew, there was darkness and my head hurt. It was deathly quiet, deathly still, and the smell was still there, but either I was getting used to it or it was going away. I stood up, still in the stall, looked at my watch but it was too dark to see it. I pulled my phone out of my back pants pocket—we weren’t supposed to bring them or use them—but after pushing the buttons it wouldn’t turn on. It wouldn’t even light up.

      I’d been in a room before when all the lights went out—it was at a movie theater and I’d just seen a remake of an old horror movie. This was scarier, though it shouldn’t have been. There was just something so off about this. What time was it? Why were the lights off? Why didn’t my phone work? Why was I suddenly so hungry, and man did I need to pee! At least I could take care of that part, dark or not.

      After that, I went to wash my hands, stumbled over something on the floor, something that hadn’t reached a toilet in time or was—dead. People did that when they died, peed themselves, I mean.

      Suddenly I had to get out of there. Fuck the handwashing; I was shut in an inside room with no lights and a dead body on the floor. Well, I was almost a nurse, right, so I made myself lean down and find an arm or neck and check for vitals. There were none. Duty done, I stood up, groped my way along the wall, found the door—to the fucking closet, of course.

      Eventually, I found the door out to the hall, and calmed myself down just in case everything out here was fine. I didn’t want to look like a complete fool.

      Ah, no worries mate, it was pitch dark, and, even though I knew there were windows and doorways and people…well, I was wrong about everything. I mean, the windows and doors were still there, I stumbled across the hallway and felt them, felt my way back toward the stairs, felt my way down them too, and there was nothing. No more bodies, not that I’d see them unless I fell over them. I was so spooked.

      Here I was, age twenty-one, young, handsome, smart, and scared to the point of breaking. My heart was pounding. The smell was drifting away. I had a

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