The Chair

By Cheek Robert N.

A legend - a Victorian-style chair with red upholstery and mahogany wood sitting on top of a small rise. But this is more than a chair: its a life preserver. In a world gone amuck, this chair means salvation; it means safety; it means a cure. But only for those brave enough to find it.

AJ makes his way, along with his companion Damien, across a post-apocalyptic wasteland towards an unknown destination. Driven by a story told in whispers around campfires - but a story that gives them a goal; one that gives them a reason to stay alive. If, or when, they find it - it may only be the beginning.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Variant Publishing
• Release date: Jun 21, 2019

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The Chair

Robert N. Cheek

The Chair

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Robert Cheek

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Publisher’s Note:

This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and events are the work of the author’s imagination.

Any resemblance to real persons, places, or events is coincidental.

Copyright 2019 - Robert N. Cheek

AJ's heart was pounding in his chest. He was trying to control his breathing, but it was hard. He felt like he was yelling with each breath.

His ears rang against the silence. He was searching, listening against the blood pumping and his panic breath.

He was listening for any signs of life and any movements.

A tap on his shoulder almost made him shout.

We need to move, Damien whispered in his ear.

God damn it, AJ whispered, You scared the shit out of me.

Cut the shit, Damien insisted, and the chatter. Let's go.

Damien stood and made his way out of the front door of the house. He seemed to move like a ghost, barely touching the floor. AJ scrambled out of the bay window and tried to follow. He bumbled and bumped his way after.

This was Damien's element. Ex-military and ex-police, he had the training for these kinds of situations. AJ had spent most of his life inside on the couch.

He remembered the Call of Duty tournaments in High School and College. They all thought they were bad asses then. He could one-shot anyone from half-way across the map. Fifteen years later, he finally held a real gun and it scared him.

But this was life now, running and hiding. Wondering if the people you meet mean you harm or good. Never trusting anyone.

They were moving in a distinct direction, but AJ didn't know where. Damien seemed to know where they were going. A few weeks before, Damien had a lengthy and deep conversation with a fellow jarhead. He had given him a distance and heading to the next stop. In the morning, they were off.

He and Damien had been chasing a legend for two years now. A Shangri-La in what was