BTS Book Reviews Issue 18 - Page 90

ENDURANCE by T. J. Blake London is silent. What once was a lively city is now a murderous grave, enclosed in smoke and ash. The cause of the destruction is unknown. Left haunted and terrified, survivor Tom confronts the mutilated streets fighting to uncover the truth. Could he be the last hope to restore normality? A Featured Sneak Peek A man sat slumped with his back against the wall, injured and staring at the last flickering light, at a vandalised station on the London Underground; the bricks and tiles scattered across the floor. The bloodstained walls have made it unrecognisable. No one else was around. He sat in the corner of the stop, deeply hidden within the shadows. The entrance was barricaded with collapsed concrete and bricks. Specks of dust floated down from the ceiling onto the ground and covered the man in a sheen of white. Complete silence was occasionally interrupted by loud screams from above, mostly from women and children. As the screaming stopped, murmuring and deep roars began. The sounds were not completely clear, but resembled a heavy smoker clearing his throat. The man emptied his pockets; a wallet was all he had; it contained only a bank card and driving licence. Tom was thirty-years old, with roughed-up black hair and stubble on his face. He wore a suit that had seen better days. His shirt was covered in blood and there was a deep gash on his shoulder, with blood trickling slowly down and further staining it. As he stared at his driving licence, he inhaled and exhaled wearily, and mentally went over the events leading to his current circumstances... Today’s been hard. How could a day go from being so good to so fucked up so fast? I don’t even know what’s going on anymore. How am I going to get help? his injured leg, fell into the wall and slid onto the ground. Blood dribbled from a wound on his leg; it had been oozing blood for some time now. Trying to shake off the pain, he slowly and carefully pushed himself upright… He placed his palms on the grimy wall and pulled himself to his feet. He stepped away from the wall and stood upright, facing the tunnel. Clenching his shaking fists, he began to walk toward the tunnel. As he stumbled past the corpse, the shadows wrapped around him; dragging him in. He disappeared into the darkness… T. J. Blake was born in Guildford, England in 1993. He currently lives in Surrey and studies at Kingston University. ‘Writing is a powerful tool especially Creative Writing. It gives you the freedom to create a whole new world inside your mind and your readers.’ Tom slowly rose. Dust fell from him, creating a smoky atmosphere. He choked. In pain, he clutched 90 | www.BTSeMag.com tjblakeauthor.wordpress.com