Series: My Cult Leader Boss Thought I Was a Broke Temp Medic Until My Sleeve Slipped in the Infirmary Tent

Part 1 Two minutes earlier, I was cutting open a nineteen-year-old boy’s soaked shirt to treat his hypothermia in the medical tent. When my scrub [more…]

The heavy metal latch clicked shut on the timber supply barn, sealing me in. The smell of sawdust and stale hay filled the small space, [more…]

The scent of damp straw made my nose itch. The barn was mostly dark, save for a single grimy window high above that offered a [more…]

A tap on the barn window made me jump. My heart hammered against my ribs. I turned to see a frail, stooped figure peering through [more…]

The low hum of Elias’s SUV engine grew louder, pulling up just outside the barn. My hand instinctively crumpled the letter, hiding it behind my [more…]

The barn was a prison of old wood and rusted metal, but my mind was racing. Caleb’s life hung in the balance. I couldn’t let [more…]

I was still in the infirmary tent, monitoring Caleb, when the crunch of tires on gravel announced Sheriff O’Shea’s arrival. He wasn’t alone. Four deputies [more…]

The courtyard erupted. The deputies, their faces grim, started talking into their radios, their voices low and urgent. Elias, who had emerged from the lodge, [more…]

The first heavy drops of rain began to fall, turning the muddy courtyard into a slick, treacherous expanse. The wind howled, whipping Elias’s robes around [more…]

Panic erupted. The compound residents, who moments ago were paralyzed by Elias’s fanaticism, now scattered like leaves in the wind. Mothers clutched children, men shouted, [more…]