Alaskan Undead Apocalypse (Book 4): Resolution by Sean Schubert Page A
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attention, I
think that will make our lives easier.”
Everyone’s quick nods of understanding were
followed by a familiar, echoing sound that could only be from a
gunshot. They shared a quick look with one another and then started
down the last slope into the nearest parking lot.
A gun could mean only one
thing...people.
Chapter 10
The drive from Shotgun Cove back to Whittier
seemed unreasonably long to the passengers in the dirty Chevy
Blazer.
Danielle was with the group selected to
venture into Whittier from Shotgun Cove to forage for supplies. The
lodges from which they all came had been well stocked for the past
season, but certain, typically luxury items were in short supply.
They were also on a mission to determine what had happened in
Whittier and the rest of the world, which had gone silent.
The eight of them came each for a different
reason. Danielle needed to find more insulin or any alternatives
that might present themselves. She could only control her diabetes
with a proper diet for so long. She needed her medicine if for
nothing more than piece of mind.
The others each came with a list of items to
be gathered from shops, hotels, or other places. This was their
first incursion into Whittier since that first day. None of them
knew what to expect when they arrived back into town.
The trees were dense on both sides of the
road despite the retreat of autumn, creating a green walled tunnel,
restricting light and visibility. It felt like they were driving
into the waning day but the reality was anything but. They left the
Cove when it became apparent that the sky was as light as it was
going to get today with the heavy cloud cover. The road was not
much more than a logging road cut through the enveloping forest.
They breathed a sigh of relief when the gravel and mostly mud road
gave way to pavement. Up to that point, the noise the vehicle was
making was uncomfortably loud and the bouncing and jostling was
shaking all of their confidence.
All at once, the trees on the right side
dropped away, yielding themselves to the breathtaking expanse of
the Prince William Sound. The water, dark and threatening, swelled
with the gathering weather. White capped waves stretched themselves
into the distance and beyond.
Danielle watched the roiling sea, the wind
stirring it violently. She found herself worrying for her older
brother out of sheer habit. There was many a day that he was out on
his boat in sour skies with a similar look. Danielle learned to
worry from her mother, who spent long moments watching the water
and waiting for her son to return. And he always did.
Danielle imagined her brother’s face and his
nearly toothless smile, evoking a surprising rush of emotion. Her
cheeks flushed and her eyes watered. She prayed he had been out
away from Whittier when the troubles began but knew better. He was
going to take her and her friend Kameron out onto the Sound and was
likely trapped in the boat harbor along with everyone else. She
blamed herself for having dealt her brother such a sour hand. She
breathed a shallow sigh filled with guilt and sadness, drawing
attention from William behind the steering wheel.
He looked back at her, the bright white of
his eyes contrasting strongly against his smooth, dark skin. His
eyes were kind and strong yet soft. They were the eyes of angels.
They were the eyes of cozy Sundays and they made Danielle feel
safe. She could see the smile in his eyes even if she couldn’t see
his face in the reflection.
He asked, “You okay little girl?”
Danielle had long since stopped protesting
that she wasn’t a little girl and accepted the epithet with good
humor. She wiped away a tear. “Yeah. Just thinking about my
brother, Wassillie.”
William continued to look at her for a
second longer. The road ahead was requiring more of his attention.
He watched the Chevy Suburban in front of him fishtail on the cool,
wet pavement. It was cold enough to freeze, and neither vehicle had
tires
think that will make our lives easier.”
Everyone’s quick nods of understanding were
followed by a familiar, echoing sound that could only be from a
gunshot. They shared a quick look with one another and then started
down the last slope into the nearest parking lot.
A gun could mean only one
thing...people.
Chapter 10
The drive from Shotgun Cove back to Whittier
seemed unreasonably long to the passengers in the dirty Chevy
Blazer.
Danielle was with the group selected to
venture into Whittier from Shotgun Cove to forage for supplies. The
lodges from which they all came had been well stocked for the past
season, but certain, typically luxury items were in short supply.
They were also on a mission to determine what had happened in
Whittier and the rest of the world, which had gone silent.
The eight of them came each for a different
reason. Danielle needed to find more insulin or any alternatives
that might present themselves. She could only control her diabetes
with a proper diet for so long. She needed her medicine if for
nothing more than piece of mind.
The others each came with a list of items to
be gathered from shops, hotels, or other places. This was their
first incursion into Whittier since that first day. None of them
knew what to expect when they arrived back into town.
The trees were dense on both sides of the
road despite the retreat of autumn, creating a green walled tunnel,
restricting light and visibility. It felt like they were driving
into the waning day but the reality was anything but. They left the
Cove when it became apparent that the sky was as light as it was
going to get today with the heavy cloud cover. The road was not
much more than a logging road cut through the enveloping forest.
They breathed a sigh of relief when the gravel and mostly mud road
gave way to pavement. Up to that point, the noise the vehicle was
making was uncomfortably loud and the bouncing and jostling was
shaking all of their confidence.
All at once, the trees on the right side
dropped away, yielding themselves to the breathtaking expanse of
the Prince William Sound. The water, dark and threatening, swelled
with the gathering weather. White capped waves stretched themselves
into the distance and beyond.
Danielle watched the roiling sea, the wind
stirring it violently. She found herself worrying for her older
brother out of sheer habit. There was many a day that he was out on
his boat in sour skies with a similar look. Danielle learned to
worry from her mother, who spent long moments watching the water
and waiting for her son to return. And he always did.
Danielle imagined her brother’s face and his
nearly toothless smile, evoking a surprising rush of emotion. Her
cheeks flushed and her eyes watered. She prayed he had been out
away from Whittier when the troubles began but knew better. He was
going to take her and her friend Kameron out onto the Sound and was
likely trapped in the boat harbor along with everyone else. She
blamed herself for having dealt her brother such a sour hand. She
breathed a shallow sigh filled with guilt and sadness, drawing
attention from William behind the steering wheel.
He looked back at her, the bright white of
his eyes contrasting strongly against his smooth, dark skin. His
eyes were kind and strong yet soft. They were the eyes of angels.
They were the eyes of cozy Sundays and they made Danielle feel
safe. She could see the smile in his eyes even if she couldn’t see
his face in the reflection.
He asked, “You okay little girl?”
Danielle had long since stopped protesting
that she wasn’t a little girl and accepted the epithet with good
humor. She wiped away a tear. “Yeah. Just thinking about my
brother, Wassillie.”
William continued to look at her for a
second longer. The road ahead was requiring more of his attention.
He watched the Chevy Suburban in front of him fishtail on the cool,
wet pavement. It was cold enough to freeze, and neither vehicle had
tires
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