Lincoln brushed his teeth and drank a glass of scotch from a bottle he’d found in the basement. Then he lay down in the bed beside the woman and closed his eyes.
God, he needed to sleep. Whenever he closed his eyes, all he saw was Adam’s face before he pulled the trigger, and then the ruins, the bodies, the empty world left behind.
He didn’t want to think about the two graves he had dug in the frozen backyard that contained the two bodies he’d found in the car in the garage. The house’s owners had killed themselves rather than face the agony of dying from the inside out. He had cleared out the garage, carefully moved the people to the backyard, and buried them. Two simple wooden crosses marked their graves. He’d never been a religious man, but he’d looked up into the cold, wintry gray sk
