his M4 raised. Ten feet outside the bus, he took a knee
and scanned the area with the EOTech scope, “It’s all clear.
Let’s move.”
With everyone out,
Bunker exited the bus. He wrestled with the heavy steel bus door to
prevent it from slamming closed. The last thing they needed was
another loud noise attracting zombies. The bus wreck already put the
dead on alert. A door slamming would help them pinpoint their
location in the haze.
Bunker met up with the
waiting group, “Which way?” he asked.
Destiny raised a
gold-ringed finger, “If we go that way, it will take us to Bryant
Park.”
“Is it safe there?”
Bunker asked.
“I don’t know if
it’s safe, but that’s the way we need to go if we want to get out
of the city.”
“Bryant Park it is,”
Daniels said taking point, “Follow me.”
Bunker caught up to him
and gave him a light tug on the arm, “I don’t think Ceci and
Kaden are doing so well.”
“What do you mean?”
Daniels asked.
“I mean they seem out
of it.”
Daniels glanced back,
“I can understand Kaden. He lost the only family he had. I don’t
know what’s going on with Ceci. Maybe the bus wreck hurt her worse
than we thought. I’ll talk to her when we get to the park.”
“Yeah, she hit her
head hard,” Bunker agreed, “But that’s not what I’m talking
about.”
“What do you mean
then?”
Bunker snuck a look
back at her for a brief second, “I don’t remember her being that
pail. It’s like she’s been…bitten.”
Chapter 19
I tucked the phone back
in my pocket wondering if dad would get my message. A cool October
breeze swept off Lake Champlain, turning her sapphire blue water into
cresting whitecaps. Each one bigger than the next, slamming against
the jagged slate rock beach. Red and yellow leaves blew from the
trees and landed at my feet. People travel from hundreds of miles
away to see the Adirondack foliage. A luxury I took for granted my
entire life, associating this time of year with raking and extra
chores. I’d give anything now, to have my dad here bitching at me.
Listening to him complain about my half-ass raking job.
As I stared off into
the lake, my mom saw the concerned look on my face and came over.
“What’s wrong,
honey?” she asked.
Again, like all the
other times of need in my life, my mom was there when I needed her
the most.
“I sent Dad a text.”
“Did you get a
message back?” she asked.
“No, nothing. I can’t
even check my phone now. It’s almost dead.”
I turned from the lake,
concerned, “Do you think he’s okay, Mom?”
She returned a
reassuring smile, “I think he’s just fine, Ty. You know your
father. He is very resourceful, and he’s trained for this.”
“He’s trained for a
zombie apocalypse?” I snickered.
“You know what I
mean, smartass. He can take care of himself, and he’s taught us to
do the same. I’m sure it’s driving him crazy that he’s not here
to protect us.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re
right, Mom, but I just want this thing to be over.”
I watched as Charger
chased Herman around the parking lot. She was biting at his cape as
he sang the Batman theme.
“He makes me smile,”
I said.
“Ty, the only way
this thing will be over is if we help Sophie get the cure to
Atlanta.”
My smile disappeared as
I thought about the dangers we had encountered.
“I know, Mom.”
“If you know, then
maybe you better quit screwing around. You need to get this group
moving. The longer it takes to get to Atlanta, the more people are
going to die.”
“Point taken, Mom.”
“Then let’s get
everyone moving,” she said, with a firm pat on my back. Sometimes
she was too much like dad, as usual, she was right. But like any
stubborn kid, I’d never admit it.
It was time to get
these troops moving.
Herman was still
running around the parking lot with his arms straight out like he was
flying. He had worn Charger out, and she was now napping against the
Humvee tire.
Thurman was yelling
and scanned the area with the EOTech scope, “It’s all clear.
Let’s move.”
With everyone out,
Bunker exited the bus. He wrestled with the heavy steel bus door to
prevent it from slamming closed. The last thing they needed was
another loud noise attracting zombies. The bus wreck already put the
dead on alert. A door slamming would help them pinpoint their
location in the haze.
Bunker met up with the
waiting group, “Which way?” he asked.
Destiny raised a
gold-ringed finger, “If we go that way, it will take us to Bryant
Park.”
“Is it safe there?”
Bunker asked.
“I don’t know if
it’s safe, but that’s the way we need to go if we want to get out
of the city.”
“Bryant Park it is,”
Daniels said taking point, “Follow me.”
Bunker caught up to him
and gave him a light tug on the arm, “I don’t think Ceci and
Kaden are doing so well.”
“What do you mean?”
Daniels asked.
“I mean they seem out
of it.”
Daniels glanced back,
“I can understand Kaden. He lost the only family he had. I don’t
know what’s going on with Ceci. Maybe the bus wreck hurt her worse
than we thought. I’ll talk to her when we get to the park.”
“Yeah, she hit her
head hard,” Bunker agreed, “But that’s not what I’m talking
about.”
“What do you mean
then?”
Bunker snuck a look
back at her for a brief second, “I don’t remember her being that
pail. It’s like she’s been…bitten.”
Chapter 19
I tucked the phone back
in my pocket wondering if dad would get my message. A cool October
breeze swept off Lake Champlain, turning her sapphire blue water into
cresting whitecaps. Each one bigger than the next, slamming against
the jagged slate rock beach. Red and yellow leaves blew from the
trees and landed at my feet. People travel from hundreds of miles
away to see the Adirondack foliage. A luxury I took for granted my
entire life, associating this time of year with raking and extra
chores. I’d give anything now, to have my dad here bitching at me.
Listening to him complain about my half-ass raking job.
As I stared off into
the lake, my mom saw the concerned look on my face and came over.
“What’s wrong,
honey?” she asked.
Again, like all the
other times of need in my life, my mom was there when I needed her
the most.
“I sent Dad a text.”
“Did you get a
message back?” she asked.
“No, nothing. I can’t
even check my phone now. It’s almost dead.”
I turned from the lake,
concerned, “Do you think he’s okay, Mom?”
She returned a
reassuring smile, “I think he’s just fine, Ty. You know your
father. He is very resourceful, and he’s trained for this.”
“He’s trained for a
zombie apocalypse?” I snickered.
“You know what I
mean, smartass. He can take care of himself, and he’s taught us to
do the same. I’m sure it’s driving him crazy that he’s not here
to protect us.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re
right, Mom, but I just want this thing to be over.”
I watched as Charger
chased Herman around the parking lot. She was biting at his cape as
he sang the Batman theme.
“He makes me smile,”
I said.
“Ty, the only way
this thing will be over is if we help Sophie get the cure to
Atlanta.”
My smile disappeared as
I thought about the dangers we had encountered.
“I know, Mom.”
“If you know, then
maybe you better quit screwing around. You need to get this group
moving. The longer it takes to get to Atlanta, the more people are
going to die.”
“Point taken, Mom.”
“Then let’s get
everyone moving,” she said, with a firm pat on my back. Sometimes
she was too much like dad, as usual, she was right. But like any
stubborn kid, I’d never admit it.
It was time to get
these troops moving.
Herman was still
running around the parking lot with his arms straight out like he was
flying. He had worn Charger out, and she was now napping against the
Humvee tire.
Thurman was yelling
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