Forsaking Home (The Survivalist Series)

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the buggy with Ted and Mike. Mel jumped in too. “Make room for me.”
    Danny and Doc pulled up beside us. “We’ll follow you guys. The girls are staying here with Thad,” Danny said.
    Mike drove down the road as Ted hung out the side watching the tracks. From the ATV, Doc was also tracking as Danny drove. They were going to the north, toward the paved road. If they got to the paved road it would be nearly impossible to find them. My head was spinning as I thought of Ashley’s smiling face. She was so little, so sweet. The thought of what could be happening to her made me sick. Tears began to run down my cheeks.
    I looked at Mel. She was a total mess. I wiped my face to try and give the appearance of certainty that we would find her. I put an arm around her and she laid her head on my shoulder.
    “We’re going to find her,” she said, more to herself than to me.
    “Don’t worry, babe, we will.”
    Several times we had to stop and get out to look for the tracks. For whatever reason, they wandered off the dirt road from time to time. At one of these spots, Ted found the tracks heading off the road. Ted, Mike, Mel, and I followed them off the road for about fifteen feet. We could clearly see Little Bit’s footprints in the sand, then a wet spot.
    “Looks like someone took a leak,” Ted said.
    Mel started to cry again. “She’s afraid to pee in the woods.” She looked at me. “You know she doesn’t like to do it when we go camping.”
    Little Ashley had a thing about it, often requiring a detour to a real bathroom somewhere. The thought of her being forced to relieve herself out here in front of a stranger, a malicious one at that, sickened me. I wrapped my arms around her. “We’ll find her, babe, don’t worry.”
    But even as I said it, a part of me feared the worst.

Chapter 6
    S hane’s face and chest hurt. Niigata had been repeatedly slapping them in turn. The skin on his chest was now bright red, as was his face. Niigata had paused the assault. One of his gloves had ripped.
    “You can’t do this shit to me. I’m an American citizen!” Shane shouted, his face stinging as he yelled.
    Niigata turned, smiling. “So you are, but you are also now classified as an enemy combatant, which means I can do what I want to you.”
    “Enemy combatant?! We were defending ourselves! Your people opened fire on us without warning!”
    “Let’s not quibble over the details,” Niigata said, delivering a savage slap to the right side of Shane’s head. He slowly turned back to face Niigata. “Fuck you.”
    In his pain, Shane hadn’t noticed the object in Niigata’s right hand. Niigata brought the stun baton up quickly, jamming it into Shane’s neck and triggering it. The hundred thousand volts caused his body to convulse and jerk in the chair as a long, loud moan escaped him. When Niigata finally let off, Shane’s body went limp, his head hung on his chest.
    “Now, where were we? Ah yes, your meeting—what was the purpose of it?”
    Shane’s head rocked back and forth. “I told you, we were just riding around and ran into them.”
    Niigata stuck the end of the baton under Shane’s chin and raised his face. “No one just
goes out for a ride
these days. Fuel is precious, and the fact alone that you have a running vehicle and fuel says a lot about you. Now, who did you meet with?”
    “There’s nothing to tell!” Shane yelled.
    “If you were just out for a ride, as you say, then why were you armed? Under martial law you are not supposed to have weapons.”
    “Come on, everyone’s armed!” Shane exclaimed.
    “I can see this is going to require a little more effort. You may be telling the truth, or you may not, but we’ll find out.” Niigata took the gloves off and tossed them on the table.
    Shane heard the door open. Niigata spoke to someone then returned with two other men. The hood was once again pulled over his head, and the two men set about removing the restraints that secured him to the chair

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