Total pages in book: 163
Estimated words: 150878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 754(@200wpm)___ 604(@250wpm)___ 503(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 150878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 754(@200wpm)___ 604(@250wpm)___ 503(@300wpm)
Voices shouted here and there, screams rose, and I kept my face pressed against Tuck, trusting him with every ounce of my soul, one of his arms clamped tightly around my waist, and the other steering the bike.
The air grew still, the rumble of the dirt bike fading away as I cracked open my eyes and Tuck lifted me from the bike. His eyes met mine and he said the most beautiful two words in the English language, the ones I’d been waiting to hear from him for two thousand miles and also my entire life: “We’re home.”
epilogue
Tuck
Over a year had passed since that early January day when we’d arrived back where we’d begun.
It’d taken Emily a good couple of months to recover completely from the severe concussion she’d suffered in that desert in the middle of the night not far from the place where I’d hunkered down in the darkness to rest for a few hours.
As strange as it was, in some ways, that rope the man had stretched in her path as he’d heard her zipping through the desert and seen her headlights, had been another sort of miracle. Despite that I’d been terrified out of my mind to see her lying there seemingly broken and half-alive, if she hadn’t been flung off the dirt bike right then, she might have flown right by me, and I’d never have known it was her.
I’d have continued on to San Diego, just missing her, and Emily would have attempted to make it home, perhaps encountering more danger…
Well, who knows what would have been. I had a long history of playing the what-if game, and I tried not to do much of that now. Because when I didn’t think too hard about it, when I simply let the entire journey we’d undertaken swirl in my mind as a misty memory, every twist and turn seemed fated. Each challenge and every victory had propelled us forward in some astonishing way.
Not that I had a lot of time on my hands to sit and daydream anyway. Rebuilding the world was a full-time job, or at least, rebuilding our corner of it. I stood now, stretching my back from where I’d put a newly grafted tree into the ground and patted the dirt around it.
Our orange orchard now stretched as far as the eye could see, the same as it once had. From where I was, I could just catch a glimpse of the vegetable garden and the house Emily’s father and I had built for Emily and me.
I began walking, examining the trees that had been planted last spring. They were doing well, but it would be a few years until they produced fruit. The trees that had been spared from the fires, however, were heavy with bright orange jewels. They sparkled in the sunlight and scented the air around me.
I moved a little farther into the grove, able to see our land stretched below me from this higher ground. The barnyard…the chicken coop…the garden that was continually being expanded as we were able to trade for seeds we didn’t yet have at the farmers market a few miles from here. And up the hill a little farther were my bees and the honeycomb that Emily’s mom used to make candles.
These days, I often found it necessary to simply stop and take stock of everything around me. Perhaps, in some ways, it was only now that I was fully grasping the immensity of all that had occurred. We’d been working so long and hard up to this point to create a life where we could count on continued survival, that sometimes I had to remind myself what the world used to look like.
My gaze moved beyond, to the outside world, and my heart gave a hollow knock like it always did when I thought about how many people had perished. Cities, that had become bastions of crime in the aftermath of the solar flare, were now empty graveyards. Criminals and predators had ruled over the wreckage for a time, but eventually, their reign of terror had ended when supplies ran dry. Then they turned on each other, their numbers diminishing further by the day.
The criminals who had managed to survive had come into the countryside to find a new set of victims, but we’d been prepared, they’d been depleted, and that battle had been over before it’d really begun.
In some places, I’d heard the military was reforming and beginning a cleanup, but I wasn’t sure if that was true or not, or if it was, where they’d even begin. I’d also heard that the attempt to make repairs to the grid had stalled, in part because of the roads still blocked by inoperable vehicles, and a lack of workers.
We heard a lot of things from those passing through, but none of it could be corroborated, so we didn’t worry too much about it. We had enough to concern ourselves with as it was.