A zombie collapsed on the floor landing on
his ankle.
Daniels lowered his M4,
“What were you saying, Bunker?”
He moved his ankle away
from the zombie’s head, “I guess the fight wasn’t over.”
Daniels gave the zombie
a light kick on the arm, checking to see if it was dead, “He was
behind the newsstand. I never saw him.”
“Is everyone all
right?” Daniels asked.
The kids were a little
shaken up, but other than that, everyone appeared to be fine.
“Where are we going
next, Destiny?”
Destiny pointed
straight ahead, “Honey, we almost there. Right down through that
lobby, past Central Watch, and we’ll be at the 45th Street
Passage.”
“Okay, what are we
waiting for?” Cooper said as he took off running.
“Cooper, stop!”
Daniels screamed.
Chapter 13
The storm that had been
threatening us for the last two hours was almost on top of us now.
Lightning struck a wooded area in the distance. It was time to get
moving again. There were seven of us, and the Humvee sat four
comfortably. That meant two in Sophie’s Jeep and five people plus
the dog in the Hummer. It was going to be tight, something we’d
have to take into consideration at some point. For now, it was time
to head south on Interstate 87. We’d travel on it a few miles and
then cut over to Route 9 to get us to Port Kent. Once there, we could
gas up both vehicles at the Lake Champlain ferry docks and grab more
supplies at the gift shop. I’d been there a few times before and
knew they had a supply of beach food. This late in the season, I
hoped there’d be some left.
Chevy and I climbed in
the Humvee’s front seats while Mom, Sidara, Sage, Sophie and
Charger squeezed into the back. We’d have to find another vehicle
soon.
My senses peaked as I
watched Cowboy and Luther head toward Sophie’s Jeep, wondering if
it was a good idea to let them hang out again. I didn’t have time
to worry about it now, we needed to get going. Besides, it was not
more than a twenty-minute drive to the ferry docks. Cowboy pulled up
next to the Humvee and gave me a couple of honks, “I’ll follow
you, hoss.”
Chevy gave him the okay
sign, and we were on our way. I wondered if this would be the last
time I’d ever get to see my home.
Plattsburgh continued
to get smaller in my side-view mirror until it disappeared entirely.
I felt a little pain in my heart. I guess deep down I knew I’d
never return.
Chevy was in the
passenger seat laughing and joking with the girls. It was good to be
with my friend again, even if it had only been a couple of hours.
Chevy stopped fooling
around and scanned the horizon. “What are you staring at?” I
asked.
“I’m wondering
where all the cars are? I mean on any given day, you can’t drive a
mile without seeing someone else.”
It was interesting he
picked up on that. I was driving and hadn’t noticed, “I guess as
people got sick they drove home to die. No one got sick on the
highway, and anyone who did had the sense to pull over off the
roadway first. That would explain the sporadic cars parked along the
median.”
Sophie leaned forward
from the back seat to explain why, “Part of the reason is they
closed the borders. People coming from Canada were stopped, and they
refused to let them through the border. That’s where Bob and I got
attacked. The stupid fool stopped because he wanted a dead Border
Agent’s rifle.”
Sophie ran her hand
along the barrel of the M4 that was resting against her seat, “While
he was teaching me to shoot this very same rifle, a dead woman
attacked us, and killed him. All he ever tried to do was help people,
and I left him buried in a shallow grave behind a vet clinic.”
Tears rolled from
Sophie’s eyes. The pain inside of her was too much to bare, and she
had to let it out. I reached back and grabbed her hand, “Is that
the same rifle you saved us with?”
Sophie nodded her head
and squeaked out a, “Yes.”
My mom leaned over and
wrapped her arms around her,
his ankle.
Daniels lowered his M4,
“What were you saying, Bunker?”
He moved his ankle away
from the zombie’s head, “I guess the fight wasn’t over.”
Daniels gave the zombie
a light kick on the arm, checking to see if it was dead, “He was
behind the newsstand. I never saw him.”
“Is everyone all
right?” Daniels asked.
The kids were a little
shaken up, but other than that, everyone appeared to be fine.
“Where are we going
next, Destiny?”
Destiny pointed
straight ahead, “Honey, we almost there. Right down through that
lobby, past Central Watch, and we’ll be at the 45th Street
Passage.”
“Okay, what are we
waiting for?” Cooper said as he took off running.
“Cooper, stop!”
Daniels screamed.
Chapter 13
The storm that had been
threatening us for the last two hours was almost on top of us now.
Lightning struck a wooded area in the distance. It was time to get
moving again. There were seven of us, and the Humvee sat four
comfortably. That meant two in Sophie’s Jeep and five people plus
the dog in the Hummer. It was going to be tight, something we’d
have to take into consideration at some point. For now, it was time
to head south on Interstate 87. We’d travel on it a few miles and
then cut over to Route 9 to get us to Port Kent. Once there, we could
gas up both vehicles at the Lake Champlain ferry docks and grab more
supplies at the gift shop. I’d been there a few times before and
knew they had a supply of beach food. This late in the season, I
hoped there’d be some left.
Chevy and I climbed in
the Humvee’s front seats while Mom, Sidara, Sage, Sophie and
Charger squeezed into the back. We’d have to find another vehicle
soon.
My senses peaked as I
watched Cowboy and Luther head toward Sophie’s Jeep, wondering if
it was a good idea to let them hang out again. I didn’t have time
to worry about it now, we needed to get going. Besides, it was not
more than a twenty-minute drive to the ferry docks. Cowboy pulled up
next to the Humvee and gave me a couple of honks, “I’ll follow
you, hoss.”
Chevy gave him the okay
sign, and we were on our way. I wondered if this would be the last
time I’d ever get to see my home.
Plattsburgh continued
to get smaller in my side-view mirror until it disappeared entirely.
I felt a little pain in my heart. I guess deep down I knew I’d
never return.
Chevy was in the
passenger seat laughing and joking with the girls. It was good to be
with my friend again, even if it had only been a couple of hours.
Chevy stopped fooling
around and scanned the horizon. “What are you staring at?” I
asked.
“I’m wondering
where all the cars are? I mean on any given day, you can’t drive a
mile without seeing someone else.”
It was interesting he
picked up on that. I was driving and hadn’t noticed, “I guess as
people got sick they drove home to die. No one got sick on the
highway, and anyone who did had the sense to pull over off the
roadway first. That would explain the sporadic cars parked along the
median.”
Sophie leaned forward
from the back seat to explain why, “Part of the reason is they
closed the borders. People coming from Canada were stopped, and they
refused to let them through the border. That’s where Bob and I got
attacked. The stupid fool stopped because he wanted a dead Border
Agent’s rifle.”
Sophie ran her hand
along the barrel of the M4 that was resting against her seat, “While
he was teaching me to shoot this very same rifle, a dead woman
attacked us, and killed him. All he ever tried to do was help people,
and I left him buried in a shallow grave behind a vet clinic.”
Tears rolled from
Sophie’s eyes. The pain inside of her was too much to bare, and she
had to let it out. I reached back and grabbed her hand, “Is that
the same rifle you saved us with?”
Sophie nodded her head
and squeaked out a, “Yes.”
My mom leaned over and
wrapped her arms around her,
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