QuillMistress

You’d think seeing the future would give me a head start on surviving the apocalypse. I had it all planned—until everything I knew shattered when my husband sacrificed himself to save me and our son. Now it’s just me, my three-year-old son Leo, and my cursed gift of foresight that only seems to kick in when it’s nearly too late.

I’m doing my best to keep us safe, to find food, to make some kind of plan—

“Mommy?”

I glance down, trying to ignore the tug on my pant leg as I focus on our supplies. “Not now, Leo. Mommy’s thinking.”

“Mommy!”

I sigh and finally look down. My three-year-old is standing there, clutching… I blink. “Leo, where did you get a knife?”

He shrugs, grinning like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

My heart stutters. “No, really. Where did you find that?”

I try not to laugh. I mean, he’s three. Maybe he just—found it somewhere? But the next day, it’s a water bottle. Then, a tiny flashlight, somehow with batteries still inside. 

I don’t even know what else; he’s pulling things out one by one with the pleased grin of a kid who’s just figured out his favorite game.

Well, we may just survive this mess after all.

Now, if only the universe could have spared me from him. I don’t even know his name, but I know his type: tall, broad, and annoyingly handsome, with an air of calm control that’s out of place in this chaos. Ex-military, if I had to guess, with a voice that’s just as infuriating as his smirk. The man has a habit of showing up at the worst—or best—possible times, with a gun at the ready and secrets buried as deep as those bright green eyes.

I mean, he’s probably useful, but I’m trying to keep my eyes on the prize here: survival. 

For Leo and me. 

Because, foresight or no foresight, nothing is guaranteed in this new world—except the fact that people like him are trouble.

Apocalypse Days: I Rule with Foresight and a Powerful Son

The days bled into weeks and the chill of an impending storm hung in the air, forcing the group to wear extra clothing.

Hadn't the heat been sweltering just a few days ago?

Zara adjusted her scarf, feeling the fabric brush against her skin as she stepped closer to the makeshift campfire. The warmth from the crackling flames did little to alleviate the tension gnawing at the back of her mind.

She cast a glance at Winter, who stood leaning against a nearby tree, arms crossed over his chest. They hadn't spoken much today, the silence hanging between them like a thick fog.

It had been weeks since they had left the ruins of the river. Weeks since things have been a bit awkward between them.

Leo sat beside her, holding his hand out to the flames. "Be careful baby, you don't want to hurt yourself," she warned gently.

Leo hummed, nodding his head as he kicked his feet.

78: The World With More People