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Authors: Logan Rutherford
Tags: Alien Invasion | Zombies
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“Okay,” I said as I got up from the ground and crouched. “Let’s go.”
Chapter Seventeen
I stepped through the broken floor-to-ceiling window of the car lot, and scanned the area with the flashlight attached to my gun for any signs of hostiles. My light rid the room of the long shadows caused by the bright moonlight filtering through the broken windows of the long-since-raided building. The showroom had a few desks and tables, but no cars. Two couches sat in the corner around a coffee table and next to an overturned and empty water fountain. Next to the fountain was a door—that led to more offices, I assumed. The door stood there, dark and ominous, and I felt uneasy just thinking about having to go through it to search the rest of the building. It would surely be dark and tight.
A rabbit ran out from behind the desk, the sudden noise and movement causing me to jump a little. Other than that, the main lobby seemed to be deserted.
I turned to where the rest of the group was hiding behind the shell of a burnt-up car, and waved them over. They crossed the parking lot staying dead silent. John and Daniel held Julia, who was close to passing out. Once we got behind the Johnny’s, Rachel was able to bandage up the wound with some of the supplies she’d brought. Still, Julia had lost a lot of blood, and Rachel still needed to stitch up the bullet holes.
My thoughts went to my own bullet wound, and how much it hurt. It pulsated with pain, but I gritted my teeth and forced myself to ignore it. I didn’t have the time for pain.
“It looks clear,” I said once the group reached me. “There’s a couch in there we can put Julia on. Rachel,” I said as I turned to her. “You patch up Julia and then figure out some way to take care of Peter’s arm.” I turned to Peter, whose face was white and sweat dripped off his body. He was on the verge of passing out. “Daniel, John,” I said to them. “We’ll check out the rest of the building. Make sure it’s empty and safe. If so, we’ll set up camp deep inside it, out of sight.”
They nodded their heads. “Sounds like a good plan to me,” Daniel said.
We walked through the windows, the glass crunching beneath our feet. The cool night’s wind blew past us, blowing around a few stray papers, the sound of which echoed around the empty showroom. With the safety on my gun clicked off, I kept my finger ready to pull the trigger at any moment.
We reached the couch, and John and Daniel set Julia down onto it with ease. Rachel crouched down next to her and took off her backpack. She began rummaging through it, getting right to work.
Peter lay down on the other couch, wincing in pain as he settled in.
“How’re you feeling?” I asked him.
“Adrenaline is keeping most of the pain at bay,” he mumbled as his eyes bored into the ceiling. “If I don’t get this bone set and in a splint…” His voice trailed off as he didn’t have the energy to speak anymore, only focusing on not passing out.
Rachel looked over her shoulder at him. “Shit,” she breathed under her breath.
“Is everything going to be alright?” I asked.
She nodded as she unwrapped Julia’s bandage and began to clean her wound. “They’ll both live, as long as nothing gets infected. I brought some pain meds, but we don’t have a lot. This isn’t going to be comfortable for anybody.”
I sighed. “At least we’re alive. We’ll feel better after getting some rest.”
“Which will be a while,” Daniel said.
I nodded. “You’re right about that.” I looked toward the door that sat back and to my right. “There should be some office furniture back there we can use as beds.”
“Can’t we just stay out here?” John asked.
I shook my head. “We’re only a couple of blocks away from Jefferson. The Roves probably won’t come looking for us tonight, if at all. But if they do, we need to be out of sight. Staying out here is too open.”
“Okay, into the lot it is, then,
“Okay,” I said as I got up from the ground and crouched. “Let’s go.”
Chapter Seventeen
I stepped through the broken floor-to-ceiling window of the car lot, and scanned the area with the flashlight attached to my gun for any signs of hostiles. My light rid the room of the long shadows caused by the bright moonlight filtering through the broken windows of the long-since-raided building. The showroom had a few desks and tables, but no cars. Two couches sat in the corner around a coffee table and next to an overturned and empty water fountain. Next to the fountain was a door—that led to more offices, I assumed. The door stood there, dark and ominous, and I felt uneasy just thinking about having to go through it to search the rest of the building. It would surely be dark and tight.
A rabbit ran out from behind the desk, the sudden noise and movement causing me to jump a little. Other than that, the main lobby seemed to be deserted.
I turned to where the rest of the group was hiding behind the shell of a burnt-up car, and waved them over. They crossed the parking lot staying dead silent. John and Daniel held Julia, who was close to passing out. Once we got behind the Johnny’s, Rachel was able to bandage up the wound with some of the supplies she’d brought. Still, Julia had lost a lot of blood, and Rachel still needed to stitch up the bullet holes.
My thoughts went to my own bullet wound, and how much it hurt. It pulsated with pain, but I gritted my teeth and forced myself to ignore it. I didn’t have the time for pain.
“It looks clear,” I said once the group reached me. “There’s a couch in there we can put Julia on. Rachel,” I said as I turned to her. “You patch up Julia and then figure out some way to take care of Peter’s arm.” I turned to Peter, whose face was white and sweat dripped off his body. He was on the verge of passing out. “Daniel, John,” I said to them. “We’ll check out the rest of the building. Make sure it’s empty and safe. If so, we’ll set up camp deep inside it, out of sight.”
They nodded their heads. “Sounds like a good plan to me,” Daniel said.
We walked through the windows, the glass crunching beneath our feet. The cool night’s wind blew past us, blowing around a few stray papers, the sound of which echoed around the empty showroom. With the safety on my gun clicked off, I kept my finger ready to pull the trigger at any moment.
We reached the couch, and John and Daniel set Julia down onto it with ease. Rachel crouched down next to her and took off her backpack. She began rummaging through it, getting right to work.
Peter lay down on the other couch, wincing in pain as he settled in.
“How’re you feeling?” I asked him.
“Adrenaline is keeping most of the pain at bay,” he mumbled as his eyes bored into the ceiling. “If I don’t get this bone set and in a splint…” His voice trailed off as he didn’t have the energy to speak anymore, only focusing on not passing out.
Rachel looked over her shoulder at him. “Shit,” she breathed under her breath.
“Is everything going to be alright?” I asked.
She nodded as she unwrapped Julia’s bandage and began to clean her wound. “They’ll both live, as long as nothing gets infected. I brought some pain meds, but we don’t have a lot. This isn’t going to be comfortable for anybody.”
I sighed. “At least we’re alive. We’ll feel better after getting some rest.”
“Which will be a while,” Daniel said.
I nodded. “You’re right about that.” I looked toward the door that sat back and to my right. “There should be some office furniture back there we can use as beds.”
“Can’t we just stay out here?” John asked.
I shook my head. “We’re only a couple of blocks away from Jefferson. The Roves probably won’t come looking for us tonight, if at all. But if they do, we need to be out of sight. Staying out here is too open.”
“Okay, into the lot it is, then,
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