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this?”
“When we had to leave the apartment building, it was down the street. We didn’t even know it was full when we took it. It was the only vehicle we could find that had keys in it. There was some blood inside so we figure they were making a delivery and got attacked.”
“This was a win we needed.”
“Happy to oblige,” Craig said, clapping him on the shoulder. “Now I’m going to get me some Cheetos.”
Malcolm laughed as the kid grabbed the orange bag and dug into it, licking his fingers with a smile on his face. After the shitstorm on the highway, they finally had something good happen. They had food and they had a plan.
Now he just had to keep everyone safe as they travelled across hundreds of miles of hostile territory in search of a place that might not be what he promised. He could only hope that the good stuff would keep happening.
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Subject File # 744
Administrator - Have you been experiencing any heightened anxiety recently?
Subject - Only just every single day since all of this started.
Subject - Since then has there been any time, however brief, where you’ve felt calm and secure?
Subject - When he holds me.
They left the outlook at dawn, their little convoy making its way on back roads through rural farmland and forest. Kim had not been surprised when no one had chosen to stay behind. Even Alan had agreed to follow Malcolm, though she was sure that was after some pressure from Jenny and Travis.
Their convoy had made good time, putting more distance between them and that awful highway. Her throat clenched shut every time she thought about it. It haunted her so much so that she had dreamt about the highway last night.
They had all been there again but this time there was no Malcolm to tip them off and when the soldiers had arrived, they had been happy to see them. Everyone had been smiling and laughing, believing rescue was finally here. Those smiles had still been on their faces when the soldiers had opened fire.
She had watched, paralyzed, as the bullets tore through them one by one until only she and Trey were left standing. She tried to reach out for him, warn him to get away but she could do nothing but watch as her baby boy was riddled with bullets, his lifeless body crashing to the pavement.
She had woken drenched in sweat, her heart racing as she gasped for air. She told herself it was just a dream. Nightmares were a common result of trauma, she knew that. Still, knowing the reason she had them did little to erase the fact that the terror she experienced was very real and hard to shake.
The dream had left a sense of dread hanging over her. She had tried to bury the memory of it but it kept resurfacing the instant she let her guard down. It didn’t help that they had taken the back roads through farm country with nothing but flat fields as far as the eye could see.
The boring scenery and straight roads provided little distraction as she drove the pick up. Her companions in the cab weren’t the liveliest of company either. Travis and Alan had volunteered to take the spots in the truck bed and she had been left with Jenny and Trey, who had both promptly dozed off twenty minutes into the trek. So that had left her alone with her thoughts, probably not the best combination but she didn’t have the heart to wake her son or the pregnant woman.
She was thankful when the right blinker on the minivan in front flashed and the brake lights came to life. Something to distract her. The convoy pulled to the side of the road and the truck bounced on its springs as Travis and Alan hopped out of the back. Jenny and Trey were roused from their sleep, blinking wearily as they looked around.
“Why’d we stop?” Trey asked around a yawn.
“I’m not sure, I’ll check it out,” she said, hopping out of the truck and groaning as her stiff muscles protested their sudden use. Malcolm had gotten out of the van and moved to the hood of the pick-up, Travis and Alan beside him
“When we had to leave the apartment building, it was down the street. We didn’t even know it was full when we took it. It was the only vehicle we could find that had keys in it. There was some blood inside so we figure they were making a delivery and got attacked.”
“This was a win we needed.”
“Happy to oblige,” Craig said, clapping him on the shoulder. “Now I’m going to get me some Cheetos.”
Malcolm laughed as the kid grabbed the orange bag and dug into it, licking his fingers with a smile on his face. After the shitstorm on the highway, they finally had something good happen. They had food and they had a plan.
Now he just had to keep everyone safe as they travelled across hundreds of miles of hostile territory in search of a place that might not be what he promised. He could only hope that the good stuff would keep happening.
----
Subject File # 744
Administrator - Have you been experiencing any heightened anxiety recently?
Subject - Only just every single day since all of this started.
Subject - Since then has there been any time, however brief, where you’ve felt calm and secure?
Subject - When he holds me.
They left the outlook at dawn, their little convoy making its way on back roads through rural farmland and forest. Kim had not been surprised when no one had chosen to stay behind. Even Alan had agreed to follow Malcolm, though she was sure that was after some pressure from Jenny and Travis.
Their convoy had made good time, putting more distance between them and that awful highway. Her throat clenched shut every time she thought about it. It haunted her so much so that she had dreamt about the highway last night.
They had all been there again but this time there was no Malcolm to tip them off and when the soldiers had arrived, they had been happy to see them. Everyone had been smiling and laughing, believing rescue was finally here. Those smiles had still been on their faces when the soldiers had opened fire.
She had watched, paralyzed, as the bullets tore through them one by one until only she and Trey were left standing. She tried to reach out for him, warn him to get away but she could do nothing but watch as her baby boy was riddled with bullets, his lifeless body crashing to the pavement.
She had woken drenched in sweat, her heart racing as she gasped for air. She told herself it was just a dream. Nightmares were a common result of trauma, she knew that. Still, knowing the reason she had them did little to erase the fact that the terror she experienced was very real and hard to shake.
The dream had left a sense of dread hanging over her. She had tried to bury the memory of it but it kept resurfacing the instant she let her guard down. It didn’t help that they had taken the back roads through farm country with nothing but flat fields as far as the eye could see.
The boring scenery and straight roads provided little distraction as she drove the pick up. Her companions in the cab weren’t the liveliest of company either. Travis and Alan had volunteered to take the spots in the truck bed and she had been left with Jenny and Trey, who had both promptly dozed off twenty minutes into the trek. So that had left her alone with her thoughts, probably not the best combination but she didn’t have the heart to wake her son or the pregnant woman.
She was thankful when the right blinker on the minivan in front flashed and the brake lights came to life. Something to distract her. The convoy pulled to the side of the road and the truck bounced on its springs as Travis and Alan hopped out of the back. Jenny and Trey were roused from their sleep, blinking wearily as they looked around.
“Why’d we stop?” Trey asked around a yawn.
“I’m not sure, I’ll check it out,” she said, hopping out of the truck and groaning as her stiff muscles protested their sudden use. Malcolm had gotten out of the van and moved to the hood of the pick-up, Travis and Alan beside him
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