Continued from scene thirty-three
Later that night Karen, slid into bed, wrapping her arm around me from behind. “Thank you,” she whispered.
“For what?”
“Finding the enemy within and exposing the Ghost tribe for what they are; traitors. Spying on the alliance is forbidden.”
“What happened to Cathy?”
“She’s alive, locked in her basement.”
“He may kill her if he finds out we are on to him..”
“Don’t worry, I already have a plan in place.”
As she continued to lay out the details, my thoughts drifted toward a world reset, led by Ghost, a nightmare scenario where past horrors are repeated. Without power, most of the world’s population would be helpless and run into the hands of whoever feed them. A trap, much like that of the mouse in which food means certain death or at the least, enslavement for those who reach for it.
Shift is an online work of fiction.
This is the first draft of my manuscript Shift – Don’t judge a book by its cover. I am writing it online in sections as I go. So feel free to comment, good or bad. If you see mistakes, point them out.
The story centers around shapeshifting.
I’m currently working on chapter Ten.
Timothy French 