months. After less than ten minutes of driving, the convoy entered the outskirts of Gilmanton. The town consisted of fewer than twenty buildings, with a single street bisecting the main thoroughfare. A general store and post office sat off to the left, with private residences on the right. Two hundred feet farther down, the spire of the local church stood above the tree line. The area looked serene and untouched. None of the buildings were ransacked, like in Locke Lake. The only indication that the area had undergone a living dead apocalypse came from half a dozen rotter corpses littering the center of town, each felled with a clean shot to the head. For Robson, the place seemed as good as any, so he pulled into the parking lot of the general store.
He stepped out of the Humvee, and DeWitt joined him. “Is this where we’re setting up camp?”
“This town is as good a place as any. It doesn’t appear that anyone has bothered with it, rotters aren’t a concern, and it’s far enough off the beaten path that we shouldn’t have to worry about the rape gang finding us. Just in case I’m wrong….” Robson stepped into the street and pointed to the building they had passed on the way in, the one that read Gilmanton Iron Works Construction, “there’s a couple of garage bays in that building. We can park the Humvees in there to keep them out of sight.”
“What about the Ryder?”
“Pull it around back. If anyone drives by, I doubt they’ll even notice it.”
“We’ll take care of it, and we’ll make sure the building is clear of rotters.”
“Good. Jennifer and I will check out the general store. Call on the radio if you need back up.”
“Gotcha.”
After DeWitt walked away and called the others together, Robson motioned for Jennifer to join him and headed for the general store. He stepped up onto the front porch and peered through the window, scanning the aisles. He couldn’t detect any movement.
“See anything?” Jennifer asked.
“Nope.” He rapped on the glass several times, but still saw no signs movement.
“That’s good.”
“Remember what happened last time we went into a convenience store we thought was free of rotters.”
“I’d rather forget that, thanks.” Jennifer withdrew her .357 Magnum and grabbed the door handle. “Ladies first?”
“Be my guest,” replied Robson, clutching his AA-12.
Jennifer opened the door and leaned in. “Is anyone in here?”
Silence. Jennifer stepped inside, her Magnum raised and ready to fire, and moved along the front of the store, peering down each aisle as she passed it. Robson followed to her right. When they reached the wall, he moved down the aisle to the back of the store, checking for danger. The store was empty.
Lowering the shotgun, he yelled out, “Clear!”
“Are we going to check out the back room?”
“Not yet. I want back up before we do.”
Robson walked down the second aisle. All the shelves had been emptied, but not from looting because no debris lay scattered across the floor. The only items not taken, such as household goods, remained neatly stacked.
“Did you find anything?” called Jennifer from one aisle over.
“Just toilet bowl and glass cleaner.”
“Nothing here, either.”
“Whoever cleaned out this place did a thorough job.”
Jennifer met him at the end of the aisle. “Are we making Gilmanton our new camp?”
“Just until we figure out a way to get Windows back. Then we’ll find someplace more secure.” He motioned toward the front door. “Come on. Let’s help DeWitt and the others check out the construction company and get settled in.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The hand slid up Windows’ back and cupped her shoulder, squeezing gently. Her eyes popped open as she jolted out of her sleep. A cold shiver shot down her spine and her skin crawled under the touch. She felt her vagina clench. She’d already had sex with Meat twice tonight. The first time, she had woken up to find her pants
He stepped out of the Humvee, and DeWitt joined him. “Is this where we’re setting up camp?”
“This town is as good a place as any. It doesn’t appear that anyone has bothered with it, rotters aren’t a concern, and it’s far enough off the beaten path that we shouldn’t have to worry about the rape gang finding us. Just in case I’m wrong….” Robson stepped into the street and pointed to the building they had passed on the way in, the one that read Gilmanton Iron Works Construction, “there’s a couple of garage bays in that building. We can park the Humvees in there to keep them out of sight.”
“What about the Ryder?”
“Pull it around back. If anyone drives by, I doubt they’ll even notice it.”
“We’ll take care of it, and we’ll make sure the building is clear of rotters.”
“Good. Jennifer and I will check out the general store. Call on the radio if you need back up.”
“Gotcha.”
After DeWitt walked away and called the others together, Robson motioned for Jennifer to join him and headed for the general store. He stepped up onto the front porch and peered through the window, scanning the aisles. He couldn’t detect any movement.
“See anything?” Jennifer asked.
“Nope.” He rapped on the glass several times, but still saw no signs movement.
“That’s good.”
“Remember what happened last time we went into a convenience store we thought was free of rotters.”
“I’d rather forget that, thanks.” Jennifer withdrew her .357 Magnum and grabbed the door handle. “Ladies first?”
“Be my guest,” replied Robson, clutching his AA-12.
Jennifer opened the door and leaned in. “Is anyone in here?”
Silence. Jennifer stepped inside, her Magnum raised and ready to fire, and moved along the front of the store, peering down each aisle as she passed it. Robson followed to her right. When they reached the wall, he moved down the aisle to the back of the store, checking for danger. The store was empty.
Lowering the shotgun, he yelled out, “Clear!”
“Are we going to check out the back room?”
“Not yet. I want back up before we do.”
Robson walked down the second aisle. All the shelves had been emptied, but not from looting because no debris lay scattered across the floor. The only items not taken, such as household goods, remained neatly stacked.
“Did you find anything?” called Jennifer from one aisle over.
“Just toilet bowl and glass cleaner.”
“Nothing here, either.”
“Whoever cleaned out this place did a thorough job.”
Jennifer met him at the end of the aisle. “Are we making Gilmanton our new camp?”
“Just until we figure out a way to get Windows back. Then we’ll find someplace more secure.” He motioned toward the front door. “Come on. Let’s help DeWitt and the others check out the construction company and get settled in.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The hand slid up Windows’ back and cupped her shoulder, squeezing gently. Her eyes popped open as she jolted out of her sleep. A cold shiver shot down her spine and her skin crawled under the touch. She felt her vagina clench. She’d already had sex with Meat twice tonight. The first time, she had woken up to find her pants
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