Sky of Dust: The Last Weapon (29 page)

I felt my face get hot and decided to change the subject.

“
Listen, do you hear that?
”
I urged.

Abigail raised her head and listened.

She smiled wide and let out a little laugh.

“
Yeah, the music is slower
,
”
s
he said in astonishment.

She put her arms around my neck, and I placed my hand on her waist.

“
So, you think it needs to be slower?
”
I asked casually.

“
Maybe just a little
,
”
s
he responded
playfully.

Abigail looked up and smiled.

“
Look, the fireworks look like shooting stars!
”
Abigail said with amusement.
“
I wonder if we could wish off
of
them?
”

“
Why don’t you try?
”
I replied.

She closed her eyes and nodded.

“
Done
,
”
s
he said.
“
Your turn.
”

For the first time,
there was nothing I needed to wish for
. I was happy where I was, right there.

“
Nah
,
”
I replied.
“
I’m good.
”

We smiled
,
and she placed her head against my chest as we continued to rock.

“
That’s good
,
”
s
he whispered.

Time seemed to go on forever, and that’s the way we both wanted it.

My eyes were heavy
—
no swollen
—
and would not open. My mouth was dry and stale like I had been asleep for weeks. I could feel my arms and legs secure against the steel table.

I should be dead
,
I thought.

I heard footsteps make their way towards me, accompanied by voices
—t
wo of them
,
by the sounds of it. One had a raspy voice, while the other sounded older.

Their footsteps stopped in front of me.

“
This is him
,
”
t
he older man
stated.
“
He’s the
only one that has not responded negatively to the formula.
”

“
I thought you said it was almost finished
,
”
t
he raspy voiced man replied with anger.

“
Well, it is sir
;
we just need to stabilize it and do some more testing
,
”
t
he older man replied, clearly nervous.

“
We have customers who are expecting a delivery soon, Dr. Stone
,
”
t
he raspy man spat
in
even more
agitation
.

“
There is a problem with the genetics
,
”
Dr. Stone said.
“
Only one of the twenty survived. Him.
”

“
What’s so special about him?
”
t
he raspy voice demanded.

“
Nothing that I can see, sir
,
”
Dr. Stone responded.

I heard a
scrape and some papers shuffle.

“
See, this is his information
,
”
Dr. Stone offered.

I heard steps and the
papers exchange hands.

The raspy voiced man laughed
,
and the papers fell to the floor.

“
Are you okay?
”
Dr. Stone asked.

“
Yes, it’s just a wound that some renegade gave to me
,
”
t
he raspy man said with both pain and amusement.
“
In fact, this is his son.
”

About the Author

Joshua is an avid reader and up and coming author. He currently lives with his wife and dog, Ninja, in Orlando Florida. He is currently working on several novels
and short stories
that he is aiming for completion by the end of 2012.

Works in Progress

Sky of Dust
: The Only Weapon
   
Book 2 of 3

Labyrinth of Revolution

Ten Days in Zombie Mart

Zombie Games

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by Joshua Bonilla, visit

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.com/