The silence of the library was no longer heavy; it felt expectant.
I had gone to a corner to feast on my newly acquired books but I could hardly focus on them.
My mind kept going back to Nathaniel Valak who was on a different side of the library.
At least he was until he found what he was looking for and came back around to where I sat and watched me read.
Nathaniel didn’t speak to me immediately he arrived.
Instead, he leaned back against a mahogany shelf, his casual sweater bunching at his shoulders.
He looked at the stack of books on my desk, his eyes lingering on a tattered spine I had tucked at the bottom.
"Wait, is that THE STAND?" he asked, pointing to the thick paperback.
I looked down, my eyes landing on the book he was referring to.
It was a survival horror story. So
