Table Of ContentIn the Aftermath of Armageddon
Mecca Sanders is a loner, a woman scorned by love. After spending a week with her survivalist brother, she
discovers that the final days virus has devastated the population.
Seth Driscol has no memories before age nineteen. After five years with Anna, who has controlled Seth’s
entire life, he is alone and feeling extremely inadequate.
Seth and Mecca are thrown together by fate and discover that many of his attitudes and sexual ideas have
been tainted by Anna’s controlling ways.
When they move into Mecca’s semi-survivalist home, the neighbor’s dog Tex joins them, but her house is
not the sanctuary that it originally seems. They have neighbors, whose ulterior motives threaten to destroy
Seth and Mecca’s future.
With each passing day, the challenges of life bring Seth and Mecca closer to an understanding that love is a
tangible force, which can bind two people together against all odds.
Genre: Futuristic, Science Fiction
Length: 53,751 words
IN THE AFTERMATH OF ARMAGEDDON
Kat Barrett
EROTIC ROMANCE
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DEDICATION
Thank you to my supportive husband who finds other things to do as I get
lost in the images I’m creating. The Trike in this book was inspired by the one
hubby built me for Christmas out of his old Harley. I love riding it.
I also need to thank Dawn and Sandy, my dear friends who keep bugging
me to write more for them to read. I really appreciate their encouragement.
To my readers, thank you also. Without you I would be writing for only my
own amusement. Hope you enjoy the book.
IN THE AFTERMATH OF ARMAGEDDON
KAT BARRETT
Copyright © 2013
Chapter 1
Mecca gazed in her rearview mirror, thinking again how strange the ride
home had been. She had left her brother’s house at twelve, planning to pull over
for a while to wait for the bar closers to weave their drunken way home. There
had been no place to stop, and also no need. She had only seen a few other cars
on the road, and it was eerie. She had even reconsidered getting off the highway
because every rest stop had been locked up tight. Even the vending machines
had been shut down, and having to pee behind her car had been unnerving.
The road ahead of her was empty, and she again considered the fact that
there were no overhead lights on the normally bright stretch of road. Had
something happened while she was visiting her brother, Erin?
Mecca had been taken by surprised as she walked into Erin’s new home. He
had told her that he had purchased a small ranch up in the mountains, but the
utter desolation of the place was a shock. Over the ten years since their parents
had been killed in a train crash, Erin had sunk ever farther into the life of a
survivalist. His latest home was completely off the grid, no television, phone,
plumbing, or electricity except what he created himself with the battery backup
windmill system that he had installed. She suspected that Erin had a radio, but he
had adamantly denied such a wasteful luxury. A week with Erin had left her
starved for the company of society. Mecca had discovered on the first day with
Erin that there was no signal available at his house. Mecca thought she would
totally lose her mind. The final insult had been that the radio in her car had
conked out, static the only sound it was capable of making. It had infuriated her
because Mecca had purchased the Anti car because of its ability to go for
thousands of miles between electric charges, a solar panel in the roof, and a gas
tank backup. It had been a blessing because none of the gas stations on the
highway had been open. Her only company on the long ride home had been the
music on her iPad, and Mecca was eternally grateful that she had brought the
item with her.
Her headlights caught the overhead sign, and she grinned. She was almost
into North Haven and back in familiar territory. She leaned forward, squinting
and then slamming on her brakes. The car slid on the oil soaked pavement, and
Mecca flipped the wheel trying to right the vehicle. The tires caught, and then
she fishtailed to the opposite side before sliding to a jolting stop.
Mecca panted for air, her heart racing in her chest as she stared at the pile of
crumbled cars that closed off the road before her. The massive accident was
silent. There were no police vehicles or ambulances, and no people walking
around to examine their cars. “What the hell is going on?”
She gazed out the driver’s window, horrified that she might see a dead body
in one of the vehicles, but there was no one. “I would call 911 if I had a phone,
but… I guess the best thing I can do is try and find a payphone.”
Spinning the small car around, Mecca drove back to the exit. In the distance
she saw headlights. They were the first ones that she had seen in a while, and it
brought a sigh of relief. “Okay, I’m not the only one left alive.” Mecca turned,
pulling onto the ramp and driving partway down it.
“Shit! I should have tried to warn that other driver of the pileup.” Mecca
slammed on her brakes, and then realized that even if she turned around, she
probably wouldn’t get back to the highway in time. Reprimanding herself for
being so stupid, Mecca rolled down the window and listened. Her teeth were
bared as she waited for the indication if the other driver had been as lucky and
not crashed into the roadblock. Headlights flared in her back window, the
brightness as the driver came around the corner instantly notifying her of her
mistake. Mecca tried to hit the gas, but it was too late. Her car lunged forward,
careening down the rest of the off-ramp and sliding across the street. The car
spun, Mecca grabbing for her iPad on the seat. She watched as the telephone
pole seemed to grow larger in the glass of her passenger’s window. Then the
glass imploded, the metal twisting, her airbag slamming into the side of her
head. The other car collided with the back of her Anti, spinning her car to the left
before the car slammed into her vehicle again. Mecca closed her eyes and there
was nothing.
A man’s voice. “My name is Seth. Can you hear me?”
She couldn’t reply, the sound distant and unreal. The airbag was gone, the
pain in her right arm unbearable. Someone removed the iPad from her grasp,
gently lifting her arm. “We are going to get you out of here. Hold tight.”
Blackness encased her.
Mecca opened her eyes, groaning at the pain in her shoulder. Someone was
lying against her back, her naked skin warm from the touch. She tried to sit up,
her head pounding as if fireworks were exploding in her brain. Someone pushed
her hair back from her face, the feel of warmth disappearing from behind her.
