Outbreak The Beginning (The Outbreak Series Book 1)

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    I see that Mack has slowed down as we pass the school. They both stare at the school like they can’t believe this is happening.
    Sal looks at me and asks, “Is that where your boys went to school? Did you have to go save them?”
    Looking him in the eyes, I shake my head yes. I don’t want to relive the horrors of that day but I know at some point it will be talked about. Now however, is just not the time!
    I look away from him and look straight ahead. I don’t need to see it again and again.
    “Hey Mack speed it up will ya man!”
    I look at Sal, grateful that he has said something. Mack hits the gas and we are at Duck Creek in no time at all.
    “Hey make a right here,” I tell Mack.
    We make it to Berlin Station Rd in three minutes flat. I have to say that guy can drive. He doesn’t slow down when we turn on the road. I slam into Sal, just about falling into his lap. Mm, his body is hard. Grinning he sits me back up and I mumble sorry to him. My face has to be the reddest shade I’ve ever had. 
    “Hey you know what the brakes do?” I ask Mack.
    “Nope thought we were in a hurry to get back,” he says.
    “Really?” Giving him a dirty look I shake my head.
    We are just about at my mom’s house. “Hey slow down and turn into the driveway on the right. I want to check it out. It’s my mom and dad’s house and earlier when we came through here I saw that windows were broken,” I say.
    “What? Is your mom and dad still there?” Sal says.
    “No they’re up at my house but the house was only left empty five hours ago,” I say. “It sure doesn’t take long for looters to start in on it. They must have been watching the house for some time, just waiting for us to leave.”
    They didn’t say anything as we pull in and head up the driveway. Mack stops the truck and we sit there for a few minutes looking over to Sal.
    “Hey open up! I want to take a look around,” I say.
    He looks around and opens up the door and gets out, so that I can do the same. I go to walk around him and he puts his hand on my arm. He looks down at his hand I notice that I’m bleeding from my shoulder. 
    “Hey Egypt that needs to be looked at,” he says. “I bet it happened when that crazy bitch tackled you to the road.”
    Looking at my shoulder, ugh it’s messed up pretty bad, looks like there might even be gravel in it. “It can wait. I want to check the house first. Why oh sexy EMT are you going to take care of it!!” I say grinning at him.
    He looks me right in the eyes. “Well yes that’s what I do,” he says, grinning.
    OK that backfired on me!! Blushing, I say, “I will get it looked at back home.” Grabbing my 9mm from my hip I walk past him and head into the garage. They are right behind me and just as armed.
    “Listen Egypt, let one of us go in first. I mean you know us being guys and all,” Mack says.
    “OMG no, you just didn’t!!!” Looking behind me, I say, “Don’t think you guys are going to pull that shit with me.” I head inside and things look the same in here. Heading to the door I slowly open it. I go up the steps and head into the kitchen.

Chapter 16
     
     
     
    OMG looking around the trashed cabinets. Things are thrown all over the place. I bend down to pick up an orange bowl. Falling to my knees, looking around I can’t hold it in anymore the tears start to fall. My life is over. All I have is the memories. And I don’t know if it’s going to be enough. Leaning over I sit down and just sit there in the middle of my mom’s kitchen. The guys leave me alone to grieve and walk into the living room to let me be.
    Looking through the tears, this isn’t my mom’s anymore. Where there once was tidiness and familiarity, the closeness, the feeling of home, is now cold, cool hatred, utter chaos. Standing back up I throw the orange bowl away in the trash can.
    Wiping my eyes I keep looking around, walking into the bedroom. It looks the same, dressers open, clothes torn to shreds and

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