Laura sat cross-legged on the hardwood floor, staring out the broken window, seeing nothing outside, but seeing everything inside. The ruins of the church, the fresh graves, even the fresh blister on Seth’s hand as he picked up a shovel and went to work to help bury the dead.
It wasn’t very often she had visions in real-time. She’d had no premonition of this.
No opportunity to warn the pastor, or prepare her friends for the disaster to come.
She heard a groan, and at first, she thought it was her own visceral reaction to the visions in her head. Slowly she realized that the sound was in the room. George’s face had contorted into a grimace of pain.
“George! Oh my god, George, wake up, please!” she couldn’t suppress the desperate edge in her voice.
“Water,” he croaked, trying to
