By Tim Lebbon
Six months have handed because the finish of the area, leaving a handful of survivors holed up in a Welsh manor with little to do yet live on. They've made the easiest of items, planting foodstuff, ingesting their means during the cellar's wine and ale, and reminiscing in regards to the manner lifestyles was. yet with provides operating skinny, every thing is set to alter. the coming of a stranger named Michael sheds new mild on their situations. If the survivors can achieve Cornwall, a number of days' trip north, they'll discover a shelter, known as Bar None, particularly very likely the final bar on the earth!
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The government. The military. " Paul went back to cooking, and Ashley moved closer to me so that she could put her hand on my knee. It turned into one of those afternoons and evenings that you remember forever. At the time it's just another drink, another meal, another long chat with good friends, and you don't perceive the special sheen to the day until much, much later. Then you look back on it and realise that it was one of the days of your life. How could you have not realised what was happening?
I run past the pond built into a terrace in the hillside, sent on my way by several splashes as things jump back in. The wildlife here is diverse and fascinating, and I have spent long, spring afternoons sitting by the pond drinking ale. It seems to be a good venue for my memories. I keep glancing at the long curving driveway that leads to the entrance between rows of old trees. We never bothered closing the cast iron gates, even though Cordell suggested it several times. Why bother? There's no one else, Jacqueline whispered.
I've been into some places, and it's stealing from the dead. It tastes bad. " "Everything. " "You just rode out of the city," I say. " He nods. "You have a good memory," he says, and for some reason I know he's thinking of Ashley. I shift nervously, shifting the air rifle. It slips along my arm and feels cold all over again. But I don't, I think. I have no memory. Only her pain, and her tears. I can't see her unless I drink, and that's no way to be. " Cordell asks. "Holding my breath. " "You're scaring me," Jacqueline whispers.
Bar None by Tim Lebbon