#Chapter 97 – Good Morning

The noise runs through me like a gun being shot off in the room and I’m suddenly, instantly, gaspingly awake, looking around for whatever horrible apocalyptic thing is shrieking for us to run, to hide, to flee – But then, almost in the next instant, I realize that it’s just that fucking alarm clock – Kent groans beneath me, hardly moving at all, apparently used to it. He opens his eyes, though, which I smack him hard in the chest. “Ooof,” he says, frowning at me and rubbing his pectoral where I hit him. “What the hell was that for?” “Turn that thing off!” I shriek, pointing to the alarm clock. “Before I have a heart attack!” Kent just laughs and rolls over towards the clock, grabbing it off the nightstand and pressing the button on top. It instantly goes silent and Kent drops it on the bed before he turns back to me. “Told you it would wake the dead.” “It woke me!” I growl, hitting him again, which just makes him laugh more. “And I almost died from fright!” “Why is it,” Kent