Read Tremor: If your world was falling apart, how far would you go to save it? (The Tremor Cycle) for Free Online

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    William looked away. If it was her blood, where was she? Could she still be alive? Perhaps? If she were dead, wouldn’t her body still be here? He shook his head. She must be alive. There had been some talk of night abductions, hadn’t there? People spirited away by who-knows-who? Scavengers maybe?
    There was hope.
    Then the piercing sound of glass smashing in the living room made him spin around. He grabbed up his weapon again and tiptoed through the hall once more, conscious of the sweat soaking through his tatty uniform.
    He pushed through the door to the living room and saw movement. He began swinging the wood manically, hoping he’d cause some injury to whoever it might be, or stun them at the very least. A shadow darted across the room. William’s senses left him and he reached out for his foe. Fur. He felt fur.
    Sighing, he took a step back and watched as a stray tabby cat shot through the debris-strewn room and out of the house.
    Adrenalin fading, William suddenly felt overwhelmed by grief. The day had started off badly and he’d thought it couldn’t get any worse when Mr Blobby had burned his journal. Yet things had become much, much worse.
    The ground shook a little, but William ignored it, and instead looked out of the window into the dark street. As he stared, a shadowy figure stepped into view and glared straight at him. Right, definitely not a cat this time. The person’s black coat rippled to reveal something glinting under the hem. The first thing William thought of was a knife.
    He ran into the kitchen and slammed the door. He grabbed a broom and shoved it under the handle, knocking into the table and almost slipping in the blood on the fractured linoleum. He looked around for something he could use to save himself. Then a piece of plastic caught his attention, lying on the floor close to the upturned bin.
    ‘Mum’s street pass,’ he breathed, scooping it up. It allowed professionals such as doctors, nurses and other night workers to be out in the streets after dark. He slipped it into his pocket – at least he’d have a chance to get away now. Without a pass, he’d be classed as a Scavenger and thrown in The Pit.
    Now distinct footsteps on broken fragments crunched towards William. The sound was coming from the front room again – but this time he knew it wasn’t a feral animal.
    Legs shaking, William ran to the back door, pushing away everything in his path. The place was a complete mess, but eventually he cleared enough broken crockery to allow the door to open. However, when he turned the handle it wouldn’t budge. He tried again, with more strength. Oh God, oh God! He looked back. A shadow appeared below the door.
    ‘Come on, come on!’ He shoved hard, using his shoulder to try and force the heavy exterior door open. No use.
    He looked through the small pane of glass. Hang on, what was that? Someone had blocked it from the outside with a heap of metal shrapnel. Did that mean this had been planned? Maybe his mother had come home and they’d been waiting for her in the kitchen, whoever the hell they were.
    The door to the kitchen was opening, the broom giving way under the person’s strength. He looked at the kitchen window over the sink. Nothing else for it! William ran towards it, jumping onto the worktop, table leg grasped firmly in his hand. As he swung out, the glass shattered, raining into the small patio behind the house.
    He looked back. The door to the kitchen was open and a dark figure was passing through it. Without further reflection, William dived through the window, catching his cheek on some broken glass and rolling down into the sludge of the patio.
    Blood seeped down William’s face, but he didn’t care. He ran down the alley behind the house, forcing himself not to glimpse back. He raced through a narrow gap between the houses and into the main street, leaping through the gate and ignoring the guard’s open-mouthed gaze.
    ‘You alright?’ Victor called.