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Night had fallen and everyone was gathered around inside the tire warehouse. In the middle of the circle of freaks was a small fire that Annie had started for them. She now sat in Abraham’s lap, sleeping silently. He looked around at the others who sat in awkward silence. “Okay so…I think it’s time I fessed up.” He sighed. “There are a few things ya’ll should know…” The entire room was now eyes on Abraham. “Firstly…I’m Solomon’s grandson. Some of you already know this, because I told you earlier but…there it is.” “Did Solomon know?” Tamil

“Wake up!” Abraham bolted up from the bed and looked around to see Michelle standing by his bed. She was fully dressed and with her arms crossed. Abraham rubbed his eyes and sat up, stretching. It was too dark in the room to see anything except her. “What time is it?” “It’s 2 in the morning.” Michelle replied. “TWO IN TH-” “SHUT UP!” Michelle hissed, slamming her hand over Abraham’s mouth to quiet him. “I don’t want to wake the whole house.” “Mmmf!?” Abraham mumbled behind her hand. “Listen to me…Christmas is next week and

The feeling was nothing like Abraham had felt before. There was both a sense of pride and also a sense of fear that went along with this position he found himself in. He had told Katie to go and scout the area to determine if she could find out where the Dawn Bringers had run off too. Sarah was back at work mending the defenses, what little there were, of the hide out. Tamil was still pouting, but was in charge of keeping Annie company. With any luck, she’d rub off on him. Calypso was sleeping currently, since the entire club was taking sleep shifts. Abraham didn’t feel comfortable allowing everyone to sleep at once…not when

“So just how DO you do it?” Abraham asked to the empty air as he walked between the walls of the tire warehouse. “Solomon…Asher…Michelle…you stay strong no matter what. You lead without any problem. But me? What on earth can I do? I don’t know how to lead or what the right decision is…” He sat down on a stack of tires and looked around him. There, laying behind one of the tire piles, was a large stain…red and sticky. Abraham knew what it was without inspecting, but curiosity and intuitive longing pushed him to go and inspect it. As he walked closer he drew back, seeing the pool of bl

Mato. Asher. Michelle. They were gone. As the rest of the club slept, this fact circled Abraham’s head repeatedly. He sat on the roof of the abandoned tire dealership that acted as the haven for the club and stared at the moon and the light glow of the coming morning. He hadn’t been able to sleep all night as his mind kept running through every possibility…every reality and every equation. What would happen next? What would Michelle do in his situation? What would Asher do? How could he hope to help the club out of this? Or even lead them if necessary? “Damn it…I don’t know what to do.” He muttered

It was so dark that Abraham could barely see the ground as he climbed on David’s back. David just fidgeted nervously. Tamil climbed on behind Abraham and wrapped his arms around Abraham tightly, unable to see, clinging to him was the only way he could make sure he didn’t fall off. “This horse ride NOT enjoy-A-ble.” Tamil muttered. “This is NOT a horse ride, because I am NOT a horse!” David snapped angrily, stomping his hoof. “Feel like horse and smell like horse.” Tamil mumbled. “And you smell like a corpse! You don’t hear me compla-” “SHUT YER YAPS, BOTH’VE Y

Abraham stood stock still, staring at Morgan like he was spouting scripture. “Wh-what!?” “You’re Solomon’s grandson…you surely knew that.” “What the hell are you talking about!? I’m…I can’t be his grandson!” Abraham shouted, struggling. “There’s no way!” “So you had no idea that you were related to Solomon Adams?” Morgan asked, honest surprise on his face. “So was it pure luck you stumbled upon his homestead?” “DAD NEVER TALKED ABOUT MY GRANDPARENTS! I DON’T THINK I’VE EVER MET THEM!” “Of cours

Exhausted and sweaty, Abraham sat down on the hillside overlooking the plantation. Since the moment breakfast had ended, it’d been one chore after another. It was incredible the amount of work that was put into every moment on the farm. He’d had to help plant seeds, pull weeds, feed the animals…poor Tamil felt excluded too and being unfamiliar with the garden, he wasn’t sure how to manage it. Annie helped inside by cleaning up the interior of the house, and Abraham hadn’t seen her since eating. Now the sun was high in the sky and the air felt humid…like rain was on the way. “Ya’ll alright?R

Breakfast consisted of eggs, bacon, grits, and biscuits. Abraham walked into the house, able to smell what was cooking before he could see it. The inside of the house was very rustic looking, but still welcoming. The furniture was old and smelled much like the ranch outside, but it was cool and air conditioned. There were flower pots on the window sill and there was even a small TV near the fireplace, which had warm orange embers still glowing on the coals. A staircase resided to the far wall which lead upstairs to what most likely was an attic or bedroom area. Looking to his right, Abraham saw a large opening that lead to the kitchen and din

“Thank you, Alex.” Abraham sighed with relief. He glanced around the range, searching for any sign of David with Annie or Tamil, but saw no one. “Has David gotten back?” “Ya met David huh?” Alex asked. “If ye said ye were com’n here with company, I’m guess’n David’s carry’n em?” “Yeah. A mummy named Tamil and a little girl.” “A mummy? Like one them Egyptian kings’n such?” Alex asked with a polite smile. “Hmm, here’n I thought I saw everythin’. Tori, mind fetch’n Pen? He’s out in the flower patch.”