The Survivor Chronicles (Book 3): The Forsaken by Erica Stevens
Authors: Erica Stevens
Tags: post apocalyptic
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teen years. Larry had never purposely run out of gas in order to pull the old make out trick on her, but they had run out a few times due to the fact that they'd had nothing but hope and prayers to fill the gas tank with after Rochelle was born. Unfortunately, cars didn't run on those two things.
Al slammed his door shut and started the truck. The sick man was almost at Peter when Riley hit him at a much slower speed than the one she'd been traveling at before. The man let out a squeal that still sounded like a human in pain, but there was little still human about its disfigured face and body as it rolled off the hood of the car and fell away from Peter.
Peter finally got the doors on the Cadillac open as the Toyota sputtered to a halt near the back of the truck. "Get in the back!" Mary Ellen heard Carl shout as the doors of the car were thrust open.
John leapt up and grabbed hold of the side of the truck. His feet kicked up to the side in a move that she thought only gymnasts could pull off. He balanced precariously on the small edge of the truck bed that was on the outside of the metal sides of the truck. He seized hold of Riley's hand and helped to tug her up as Xander pushed at her waist and then her ass. They'd acquired more than a different car, Mary Ellen realized as she spotted the strange man amongst them.
John lifted himself up and toppled into the back of the truck with a loud bang that made her wince. Carl, Xander, and the stranger climbed onto the sides beside Riley. Mary Ellen's attention was torn away from them as the Caddy pulled away from the curb. It didn't go in the direction that Riley and the others had come from, but made a turn in the middle of the street and headed off in the other direction.
A thump in the back of the truck drew her attention as Riley and Xander flipped over the five foot high side. Carl and the stranger were still holding onto the side as Al shifted awkwardly into drive with his bandaged hand. She heard the click of the truck sliding into gear before Al began to make a U-turn in the street. The stranger went over the side after the others. She met Carl's eyes briefly before he lifted himself up and disappeared over the side of the truck and into the bed.
"Hurry," Rochelle breathed as Al hit the gas.
The first rush of people hit the side of the truck as Al drove onto the broken sidewalk. Carl appeared back over the side of the boards and shot at the people trying to grasp hold of the truck. John, Riley and Xander appeared beside him and began to fire at the people rushing toward them. The people falling around them did nothing to deter the other sick humans from continuing to come at them. More sick people spilled from around the corner that the Toyota had just appeared from.
The truck bounced over the ruts, jarring them in their seats as Al drove rapidly away from the street. Gunshots continued to sound from the back of the truck as behind them more of the sick ones fell. The Caddy stayed close behind them as they drove through streets she didn't know and just wanted away from. She spotted the sick, stalking them through the shadows of the woods and the edges of the yards as they tried to keep pace with the vehicle.
Xander banged on the side of the truck to get her attention. She rolled the window down, recoiling slightly as the stale, humid air blasted her in the face. "Tell him to take the next right," Xander called to her.
Al nodded and made a right onto what looked like an exit ramp. Mary Ellen's heart leapt into her throat as she spotted the toppled sign for the Mass Pike and Interstate eighty-four. It had been awhile since she'd been on the highway and she wasn't eager to return to it now. "The Pike?"
"It's ok," Al said. "It will help us get to New York faster and maybe we can ditch some of these guys."
Mary Ellen bit her lip as she recalled how congested and difficult to traverse the highway had been before. She doubted it would get any easier on the Pike. Al eased
Al slammed his door shut and started the truck. The sick man was almost at Peter when Riley hit him at a much slower speed than the one she'd been traveling at before. The man let out a squeal that still sounded like a human in pain, but there was little still human about its disfigured face and body as it rolled off the hood of the car and fell away from Peter.
Peter finally got the doors on the Cadillac open as the Toyota sputtered to a halt near the back of the truck. "Get in the back!" Mary Ellen heard Carl shout as the doors of the car were thrust open.
John leapt up and grabbed hold of the side of the truck. His feet kicked up to the side in a move that she thought only gymnasts could pull off. He balanced precariously on the small edge of the truck bed that was on the outside of the metal sides of the truck. He seized hold of Riley's hand and helped to tug her up as Xander pushed at her waist and then her ass. They'd acquired more than a different car, Mary Ellen realized as she spotted the strange man amongst them.
John lifted himself up and toppled into the back of the truck with a loud bang that made her wince. Carl, Xander, and the stranger climbed onto the sides beside Riley. Mary Ellen's attention was torn away from them as the Caddy pulled away from the curb. It didn't go in the direction that Riley and the others had come from, but made a turn in the middle of the street and headed off in the other direction.
A thump in the back of the truck drew her attention as Riley and Xander flipped over the five foot high side. Carl and the stranger were still holding onto the side as Al shifted awkwardly into drive with his bandaged hand. She heard the click of the truck sliding into gear before Al began to make a U-turn in the street. The stranger went over the side after the others. She met Carl's eyes briefly before he lifted himself up and disappeared over the side of the truck and into the bed.
"Hurry," Rochelle breathed as Al hit the gas.
The first rush of people hit the side of the truck as Al drove onto the broken sidewalk. Carl appeared back over the side of the boards and shot at the people trying to grasp hold of the truck. John, Riley and Xander appeared beside him and began to fire at the people rushing toward them. The people falling around them did nothing to deter the other sick humans from continuing to come at them. More sick people spilled from around the corner that the Toyota had just appeared from.
The truck bounced over the ruts, jarring them in their seats as Al drove rapidly away from the street. Gunshots continued to sound from the back of the truck as behind them more of the sick ones fell. The Caddy stayed close behind them as they drove through streets she didn't know and just wanted away from. She spotted the sick, stalking them through the shadows of the woods and the edges of the yards as they tried to keep pace with the vehicle.
Xander banged on the side of the truck to get her attention. She rolled the window down, recoiling slightly as the stale, humid air blasted her in the face. "Tell him to take the next right," Xander called to her.
Al nodded and made a right onto what looked like an exit ramp. Mary Ellen's heart leapt into her throat as she spotted the toppled sign for the Mass Pike and Interstate eighty-four. It had been awhile since she'd been on the highway and she wasn't eager to return to it now. "The Pike?"
"It's ok," Al said. "It will help us get to New York faster and maybe we can ditch some of these guys."
Mary Ellen bit her lip as she recalled how congested and difficult to traverse the highway had been before. She doubted it would get any easier on the Pike. Al eased
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