time. The freaks were almost upon us.
Suddenly, she fell unconscious. I didn’t know if she was breathing or not. However, I had no choice. I took my knife and plunged it deep into her head. I left the blade in her and ran towards the van.
Several freaks were still in the way of the van, but I managed to dodge them.
Jennifer opened the passenger side door and I scrambled inside.
“Go!” I said.
“Did you find the old lady?” Jennifer asked.
“Just go!” I repeated.
A moment later we were on the way to Grocery World. The caravan had left the library while I had been in the cafe. It was now just Jennifer, the little dog, and I.
For several minutes we said nothing.
“We should just get some gas somewhere and go straight to Dublin,” Jennifer said. “We don’t need to get any other supplies. We have food in the van.”
I took the box of ammo out of my ba ckpack and started to load the revolver.
“Okay,” I said. “But we need dog food.”
Chapter 9
It began to rain again by the time we passed Grocery World. A few miles later we found a gas station on a back road that was mostly devoid of freaks. We siphoned fuel from a few cars and filled up the gas tank. Thankfully, the store had dog food; we loaded up the van with several bags of it. We also decided to load up as much human food as possible. For all we knew, they could be running low at the relocation center.
As we drove further away from the city we began to talk. Jennifer told me not to feel bad about what happened with Katie. She said it was not my fault.
I looked at her for a long time as we drove towards Dublin. The sight of her face was the only thing that kept the images of freaks out of my mind. She looked back at me a few times and tried to smile. But I knew that on the inside she was upset too.
At some point, the woman’s little dog walked up to me. I picked it up and held it in my arms. The poor do g was a nervous wreck. Its owner was gone and it didn’t know how to act or what to do. I had failed the old woman, so the least I could do was adopt her dog. Sadly, she never told us its name.
“I’m sorry we didn’t find your sister,” I told Jennifer. “Maybe she drove herself to the relocation center.”
“Maybe,” she said.
The roads were mostly clear with few abandoned vehicles. There were actually a few other vehicles driving on the road. This encouraged us, but every time we saw a freak walking along the road we realized the situation was still extremely bad.
We were careful to take the long way around the small towns we would have to pass by on the way to Dublin. It added time to our trip, but we didn’t want to encounter any more large groups of freaks.
After a while I switched places with Jennifer, and I drove for a while. She took a bottle of water and a rag and started to wipe her face and arms. I could tell she was exhausted. I was too.
I had begun to grow a beard in the past few days. If they had running water at the relocation center, I needed to shave.
Up ahead I saw a vehicle on the side of the road. It had flipped over and was on its side. As we neared it, I realized the vehicle was the coach that was used to evacuate the groc ery store.
“Stop!” Jennifer ordered. “We have to check and see if anyone is alive.”
We walked towards the vehicle. Suddenly, a face appeared through the rear window. It was Mr. Humphries. He was infected.
Jennifer quickly ran back to the van. I stood ther e with my revolver in my hand.
I approached the van and peered through the window. It didn’t seem like anyone was alive inside. I took a step back and without hesitation I lifted my gun and fired. The glass shattered and Mr. Humphries collapsed.
I had jus t shot my boss.
I then peered through the opening and called out, “Is anyone alive in there?”
No sound came from the coach.
I walked back to the van and got inside. It was Jennifer’s turn to drive.
“Should we stop somewhere and try to find a place to stay
Suddenly, she fell unconscious. I didn’t know if she was breathing or not. However, I had no choice. I took my knife and plunged it deep into her head. I left the blade in her and ran towards the van.
Several freaks were still in the way of the van, but I managed to dodge them.
Jennifer opened the passenger side door and I scrambled inside.
“Go!” I said.
“Did you find the old lady?” Jennifer asked.
“Just go!” I repeated.
A moment later we were on the way to Grocery World. The caravan had left the library while I had been in the cafe. It was now just Jennifer, the little dog, and I.
For several minutes we said nothing.
“We should just get some gas somewhere and go straight to Dublin,” Jennifer said. “We don’t need to get any other supplies. We have food in the van.”
I took the box of ammo out of my ba ckpack and started to load the revolver.
“Okay,” I said. “But we need dog food.”
Chapter 9
It began to rain again by the time we passed Grocery World. A few miles later we found a gas station on a back road that was mostly devoid of freaks. We siphoned fuel from a few cars and filled up the gas tank. Thankfully, the store had dog food; we loaded up the van with several bags of it. We also decided to load up as much human food as possible. For all we knew, they could be running low at the relocation center.
As we drove further away from the city we began to talk. Jennifer told me not to feel bad about what happened with Katie. She said it was not my fault.
I looked at her for a long time as we drove towards Dublin. The sight of her face was the only thing that kept the images of freaks out of my mind. She looked back at me a few times and tried to smile. But I knew that on the inside she was upset too.
At some point, the woman’s little dog walked up to me. I picked it up and held it in my arms. The poor do g was a nervous wreck. Its owner was gone and it didn’t know how to act or what to do. I had failed the old woman, so the least I could do was adopt her dog. Sadly, she never told us its name.
“I’m sorry we didn’t find your sister,” I told Jennifer. “Maybe she drove herself to the relocation center.”
“Maybe,” she said.
The roads were mostly clear with few abandoned vehicles. There were actually a few other vehicles driving on the road. This encouraged us, but every time we saw a freak walking along the road we realized the situation was still extremely bad.
We were careful to take the long way around the small towns we would have to pass by on the way to Dublin. It added time to our trip, but we didn’t want to encounter any more large groups of freaks.
After a while I switched places with Jennifer, and I drove for a while. She took a bottle of water and a rag and started to wipe her face and arms. I could tell she was exhausted. I was too.
I had begun to grow a beard in the past few days. If they had running water at the relocation center, I needed to shave.
Up ahead I saw a vehicle on the side of the road. It had flipped over and was on its side. As we neared it, I realized the vehicle was the coach that was used to evacuate the groc ery store.
“Stop!” Jennifer ordered. “We have to check and see if anyone is alive.”
We walked towards the vehicle. Suddenly, a face appeared through the rear window. It was Mr. Humphries. He was infected.
Jennifer quickly ran back to the van. I stood ther e with my revolver in my hand.
I approached the van and peered through the window. It didn’t seem like anyone was alive inside. I took a step back and without hesitation I lifted my gun and fired. The glass shattered and Mr. Humphries collapsed.
I had jus t shot my boss.
I then peered through the opening and called out, “Is anyone alive in there?”
No sound came from the coach.
I walked back to the van and got inside. It was Jennifer’s turn to drive.
“Should we stop somewhere and try to find a place to stay
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