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Authors: R.J. Spears
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tattered flesh hanging off it from the repeated attempts to get free from her restraints.
Mike had taken the father out so it was my turn in the barrel. I stepped forward, my legs feeling rubbery and my arms listless, the bat weighing a thousand pounds.
“You sure you don’t want me to take this one?” Mike asked.
I wanted to be honest and say I wasn’t up to it, but instead I lied, “No, I got it.”
And I did. She was tougher than most , but I put her down with three good hits.
I was bending down to release the collar when Mike’s walkie-talkie blared. “Sanctuary, this is foraging team one. We are under attack.” We heard a lot of shooting in the background.
Almost before I knew it, energy was surging through my body again. We ran up to the first floor, Mike shouting for Brandon and Aaron. Aaron surged down the hallway toward us, but Brandon stopped outside the pantry door, opened it, and fired four shots inside.
“I hate killing the kids,” he said.
CHAPTER 10
The Bus
We were outside and sprinting towards the SUV when a noi se stopped us in our tracks.
I looked to Mike and he stood stock still, tr ying to locate the source of this new sound, his rifle up and ready. Aaron had a puzzled look on his face. Brandon had settled in behind a car with his assault rifle aimed back at the house.
Before the end of the world as we knew it, the noise would have just been another one of the many background sounds that we took for granted and ignored. In our dead new world it was such an unfamiliar noise, it was almost surreal.
Mike listened intently, his eyes narrowed to slits. I swiveled back the way we had come and waited for whatever was heading our way.
The noise was getting closer, mechanical and rhythmic.
Our SUV was parked on Offnere, which was a north/south street and the noise seemed to be coming from the south, but in the direction of Brown Street. Brown paralleled Offnere, but was east of where we were.
T ensions were high as we waited, but there really wasn’t a lot of time for suspense as the source of the sound made its appearance.
It was a bus. A yellow school bus to be more specific and it was headed north on Brown.
When the bus passed by the intersection at the end of the street, Brandon said, “What the fuck?”
I felt the same, but didn’t verbalize it (a first for me).
Things got weirder when whoever was driving the bus hit the brakes. Hard. Tires screeched and brakes locked up.
The bus then backed into the intersection and stopped. The driver was too far away to be anything more than an indistinct figure. There were a number of forms in passenger seats behind him.
The bus idled there for several seconds and our group stood motionless.
Aaron took three steps in the direction of the bus before Mike said, “Wait.”
“Why?” Aaron asked.
“Because we don’t know who they are and we have a mission.”
“I think we should check it out,” Brendon chimed in.
“This isn’t a democracy,” Mike said. “Logan needs us.”
B efore we could put it to a vote, the bus broke Robert’s Rules of Parliamentary Procedure and took the decision out our hands by driving away.
“Should we go after it?” Aaron asked.
“No, we need to get to Logan and his team,” Mike said as we ran for our truck.
CHAPTER 11
Marauders
The radio chatter was chaotic for those first few minutes as we sped north towards the foraging party. Logan was the leader of the group and reported they were pinned down in a house by multiple attackers. At least one of their party was badly wounded and out of action. Another one was wounded but was still able to shoot. That left only Logan and a woman named Jo in full combat ready condition. The news stunned everyone in the SUV into silence.
Greg broke in several times, letting Logan know that he was prepping another crew, but it would
Mike had taken the father out so it was my turn in the barrel. I stepped forward, my legs feeling rubbery and my arms listless, the bat weighing a thousand pounds.
“You sure you don’t want me to take this one?” Mike asked.
I wanted to be honest and say I wasn’t up to it, but instead I lied, “No, I got it.”
And I did. She was tougher than most , but I put her down with three good hits.
I was bending down to release the collar when Mike’s walkie-talkie blared. “Sanctuary, this is foraging team one. We are under attack.” We heard a lot of shooting in the background.
Almost before I knew it, energy was surging through my body again. We ran up to the first floor, Mike shouting for Brandon and Aaron. Aaron surged down the hallway toward us, but Brandon stopped outside the pantry door, opened it, and fired four shots inside.
“I hate killing the kids,” he said.
CHAPTER 10
The Bus
We were outside and sprinting towards the SUV when a noi se stopped us in our tracks.
I looked to Mike and he stood stock still, tr ying to locate the source of this new sound, his rifle up and ready. Aaron had a puzzled look on his face. Brandon had settled in behind a car with his assault rifle aimed back at the house.
Before the end of the world as we knew it, the noise would have just been another one of the many background sounds that we took for granted and ignored. In our dead new world it was such an unfamiliar noise, it was almost surreal.
Mike listened intently, his eyes narrowed to slits. I swiveled back the way we had come and waited for whatever was heading our way.
The noise was getting closer, mechanical and rhythmic.
Our SUV was parked on Offnere, which was a north/south street and the noise seemed to be coming from the south, but in the direction of Brown Street. Brown paralleled Offnere, but was east of where we were.
T ensions were high as we waited, but there really wasn’t a lot of time for suspense as the source of the sound made its appearance.
It was a bus. A yellow school bus to be more specific and it was headed north on Brown.
When the bus passed by the intersection at the end of the street, Brandon said, “What the fuck?”
I felt the same, but didn’t verbalize it (a first for me).
Things got weirder when whoever was driving the bus hit the brakes. Hard. Tires screeched and brakes locked up.
The bus then backed into the intersection and stopped. The driver was too far away to be anything more than an indistinct figure. There were a number of forms in passenger seats behind him.
The bus idled there for several seconds and our group stood motionless.
Aaron took three steps in the direction of the bus before Mike said, “Wait.”
“Why?” Aaron asked.
“Because we don’t know who they are and we have a mission.”
“I think we should check it out,” Brendon chimed in.
“This isn’t a democracy,” Mike said. “Logan needs us.”
B efore we could put it to a vote, the bus broke Robert’s Rules of Parliamentary Procedure and took the decision out our hands by driving away.
“Should we go after it?” Aaron asked.
“No, we need to get to Logan and his team,” Mike said as we ran for our truck.
CHAPTER 11
Marauders
The radio chatter was chaotic for those first few minutes as we sped north towards the foraging party. Logan was the leader of the group and reported they were pinned down in a house by multiple attackers. At least one of their party was badly wounded and out of action. Another one was wounded but was still able to shoot. That left only Logan and a woman named Jo in full combat ready condition. The news stunned everyone in the SUV into silence.
Greg broke in several times, letting Logan know that he was prepping another crew, but it would
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