Restoration: Campbell Wildlife Preserve, #11
By D.M. Turner
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This Christian Urban Fantasy novelette is back-story for Max Johnson, from Protective Instincts and Tough Choices.
Even as Death Draws Near, Hope Rebounds
Though he'd known the risks when he joined the Marines to fight in Korea, Lance Corporal Max Johnson had never expected his life to end so soon. He certainly hadn't thought the end would come in enemy hands and a dark hole. Injured, half-frozen, and feverish with infection, he finds himself rescued by a familiar ally who makes him a very unusual offer....
D.M. Turner
Dawn lives in the high desert of Southern Arizona with her husband of over 20 years and a variety of furry and feathered critters. She enjoys photography, crochet, scrapbooking, spinning her own yarn from wool and alpaca, beading and jewelry-making, and lots of reading. When not doing those things, she writes romance, romantic-suspense, women's fiction under the name Dawn M. Turner, and medieval and urban fantasy with a Christian worldview under the name D.M. Turner. She took first place in the Contemporary Romance category, as well as winning the Grand Prize, in the 2011 Writers on the Storm Category Five Writing Contest.
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Baby Makes Three Collection: Campbell Wildlife Preserve, #2 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsWolf: The Complete Collection: Campbell Wildlife Preserve, #1 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsAlpha: The Complete Collection: Campbell Wildlife Preserve, #3 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsLethal Attraction: Campbell Wildlife Preserve, #4 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsPack of Trouble: Campbell Wildlife Preserve, #5 Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Change: Campbell Wildlife Preserve, #7 Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Enforcer: The Complete Collection: Campbell Wildlife Preserve, #8 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsTough Choices: Campbell Wildlife Preserve, #10 Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Protective Instincts: Campbell Wildlife Preserve, #9 Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Restoration: Campbell Wildlife Preserve, #11 Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Missing: Campbell Wildlife Preserve, #12 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratings
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Restoration - D.M. Turner
Chapter 1
Somewhere in southern North Korea
Sunday, January 13, 1952
ICY cold cut to the bone, making cuts, bruises, and broken bones ache all the more. The wet dirt floor under the length of his left side made the cold even more biting. No escape.
Agony, cold, and impenetrable darkness were all the company Marine Lance Corporal Max Johnson had. Preferable to the alternative he’d dealt with over the past several days. Or had it been weeks? No transition of light to dark and back again had existed to count the days by, even if he’d actually been conscious the whole time. There was only pitch black, except when a blinding light appeared and men came to beat on him and bark questions in Korean, Chinese, or broken English.
His stomach had stopped demanding food, though he couldn’t pinpoint when. A bad enough sign, along with gathering weakness. He’d long ago stopped feeling his hands and feet. Shivering hurt a body that had taken too many beatings. The coughing fits and constriction in his chest made things worse. The stink of gangrene and the nauseating illness rapidly taking over assured him death would come soon.
He welcomed it.
He’d told his captors nothing, no matter how much pain they’d inflicted. Death would ensure he didn’t waver. Lord, please, if rescue isn’t coming, let death take me quickly. Don’t allow weakness to overcome me. Don’t let me betray my friends and allies. Please, Lord.
A bout of coughing curled him into a tighter ball on the floor of what he could only assume was a root cellar, or something very much like it. Pain lanced his chest and put pressure on bruised and probably broken ribs, sending flashes of light through the blackness before his eyes.
As he fought for breath, the dampness and stench of his surroundings crept into every nook and cranny of his lungs, making him want to cough and wheeze again. Mold, urine, rotted food, and unwashed body blended into an odor fit to gag anyone. He’d been in the same uniform for over two weeks prior to capture, plus whatever time had passed since.
Light burst into his prison, bringing a different sort of blindness.
He raised mud-and-blood-caked, shaky hands to shield his eyes.
Max? Thank God. I’ve been looking everywhere for you!
Max frowned at the distantly familiar voice. Who—
Still curled up on the floor, he pressed his back to the dirt wall. Who are you?
It’s me. Dakota. I’ve come to get you out of here.
Hallucination? Some Communist trick to get him to talk? How would they know about Dakota Gentry, the war correspondent assigned to his unit back in the summer? Had they captured someone else? Someone who’d talked? Would that endanger Dakota? Max had befriended the man who’d proven to be as tough as any of the leathernecks he’d fought alongside, possibly even more so.
A hand touched his shoulder. It’s really me, Max.
He didn’t hear anyone else. No chatter. No guns. No radio. No movement on the wood floor above their heads. Where are the others?
I’m alone.
Impossible. Tough or not, a journalist couldn’t have slipped past the enemy to rescue him. Not without help. My unit’s not with you?
Nope, and we need to get moving before some of the enemy turn up. On your feet, marine.
My feet... I can’t.
Strong arms helped him sit up, a shoulder tucked under his armpit, and he was hoisted to his feet without ceremony. Flashes of light and blobs of darkness danced through his field of vision as pain in his chest threatened to rip consciousness from him. Was it as bad as he thought that there was no pain in his lower legs and feet? Maybe the pain elsewhere only silenced it?
In moments, he’d been lifted out of the cellar onto a wood floor. His chest tightened, squeezing lungs that burned for air. Lightning spiked through his vision again. He lay there, panting shallowly, irregularly, trying to quell another coughing fit, afraid of attracting the attention of the enemy.
A firm grip wrapped around his upper arm and hauled him to his feet. Sunlight blinded him as his savior half-dragged, half-carried him out of the hut. He squinted and glanced sideways at the man as they passed under some trees. Dakota, for certain. No mistaking those blue eyes and dark brown hair or the chiseled features. Stern focus hardened the man’s bearded face. His huffing breaths misted the chill air.
Max tried to stay conscious, but agony stole his breath and what little strength remained.
* * *
A cold drop of water hit Max’s face, startling him awake. He found himself lying on cold, wet ground. Darkness and chill air surrounded him. No! Despair rippled through him. Dakota had been nothing but an hallucination.
A warm hand touched his shoulder. Easy, Max.
Relief allowed him to breathe again. Sort of. Why can’t I see?
We’re hiding in a tunnel I found. I apologize for the cold, but I can’t start a fire without alerting the enemy to our location.
Fingers gently squeezed. We’ll move out come nightfall. In the meantime, I have food and water for you.
I don’t think I can sit up.
Max hated to make that admission, but there was no point in lying about how weak and wounded he truly was.
It’s okay. I’ll help.
True to his word, Dakota carefully helped him sit up.
Pain slashed across Max’s ribcage, making his breath hitch. Something smooth and cool touched his lips.
Drink.
He complied. Water slipped past cracked, parched lips. Too fast. He choked. Stars danced through his vision.
Sorry about that.
Max shook his head