Backwards Jump (Superhero Black Hole, part 69)
The sounds of the gunfire faded away into the Yet-To-Be, as I bought me and Zoe to two days ago.
It was raining.
Luckily, this made Zoe’s reawakening far more swift.
She tried to speak, but the blood in her mouth – mixed with the sudden appearance of rainwater – made her choke and splutter.
I pushed her into a sitting position and let her spit out all that bad stuff.
Eventually, she spoke.
“What the fuck’s going on?!”
“Nothing I didn’t expect might happen.”
“C’mon, Zoe. We need to get to a dry place.”
“And where do you suppose we might find one of those, Captain Obvious?”
Supporting her on my shoulders as she limped on her left leg, I helped her into the nearby woods by the road.
I seated her by a tree that had the most shelter from the rain, then I searched for—
“What are you looking for,” she screamed.
Fifteen steps from the tree, I reached in under the drenched leaves and twigs and mud, and pulled out the Quick-Fold Tent I’d left there.