And, no, I'm not skulking amongst teens. I'm skulking amongst adults, writing a post-apocalyptic teen romance . My first book could never sell. This was designed to maybe sell.
- Everett is a 17 year old who has survived two years in a world with no plants or animals.
- Raging is caused if you are touched by the rain. You will rip yourself apart and attack anyone nearby.
- Iris is a dog, Everett's only family.
Between Turrell and Gilmore, at a convoluted exit ramp system, a man stood in the path of Everett's truck, waving his arms.
Everett, still traveling only thirty miles per hour, stared at the man not knowing what to do. The man was clearly yelling at him, but showed no signs of raging.
Everett changed lanes to avoid him. The man moved over. Everett started changing back. The man shuffled back into the other lane, all along shouting and waving.
Scooting over in his seat, Everett took the pistol from its cubby in the dash. He stuck it outside the open window and aimed it in the man's general direction.
Everett moved to the side the man wasn't in. The man stayed put but still shouted and waved.
As the truck passed, Everett heard the man yell, "Help! Stop! I'm alone! If you..."
In his rearview mirror, Everett watched the man cover his face with both hands and shake.
Glancing at Iris who stared at him, Everett said, "He would have killed us. He was probably part of a group or something. Ambush, ya know." He nodded, trying to convince himself.