we’re going to make it through this”
“What’s your game plan?”
“That’s my game plan,” Darius said as he pointed up at the bright silhouette of the moon. It was barely visible through the thick layer of dust in the sky, but it was unmistakable.
“What do you mean?”
“My wife and my newborn daughter are up there on the lunar base and I need to get up there with them”
“Darius, you’re crazy, but I like you”
“I like you too Chris, we’re going to be alright. I will help you find your family as best I can.”
They finally arrived at the parking garage and promptly headed inside and climbed into the bus. They enjoyed a simple dinner and fell asleep shortly after. Darius was happy to have another companion, he was going to need all the help he could get if he ever wanted to see his wife again.
To Be Continued…..
I hope you’re enjoying the story so far. If you are then I would like to provide you with a sneak peak of the next book in the trilogy. Thank you very much for reading, please turn the page if you want to continue the story of Darius Downey.
The Last Sunset
BOOK 2
The Earth is Doomed, But Escape is Not an Option
Frank Montgomery
© 2015
Chapter 1
Kristina gently rocked Skylar in her arms as she gazed out the window of the lunar base. She could see the earth clearly; desolate and depleted, looking like it had just been put through a minefield. The date was November 8 th 2040 and Kristina had given birth to Skylar about two weeks ago. Ray had kept his promise to Darius and had been protecting Kristina and the baby. He even helped deliver the child as Kristina struggled with the excruciating pain of her first childbirth.
Life in the lunar base was certainly better than life on earth, but that wasn’t really saying much. The base was broken up into five sections, the central headquarters (which was essentially the capital city), and the North wing, East wing, South wing and West wing. The entire base was attached and once you were inside you could breathe without the assistance of a space suit. Kristina had a small room on the South wing of the base. Each wing had their own cafeteria where they are served two meals a day; one at nine for breakfast and one at six for supper. The food was bland and horrible and Kristina was craving a home cooked meal more than anything in the world.
Kristina would often longingly look out the window, praying that Darius was safe. She doubted she would ever get to see him again, but anytime this cruel, dark thought popped into her head, she had to shift her attention to something else or she would break down in tears.