The Survivor Chronicles (Book 3): The Forsaken by Erica Stevens Page A
Authors: Erica Stevens
Tags: post apocalyptic
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the truck around a van parked almost in the middle of the exit ramp and onto the highway. She stared at the road unwinding before them in a seemingly endless ribbon of black that stretched as far as she could see. The strangest urge to cry seized hold of her as the nothingness surrounding them engulfed her.
Some of the vehicles on the road had crashed but others appeared to have been abandoned. Some still had their doors open, and as they drove by an SUV with its back passenger side door open, she spotted the baby seats still sitting in the back of it. A lump formed in her throat as she turned away.
She studied the broken trees and homes beside the side of the interstate, but other than the group of people growing steadily more distant behind them, she didn't see any of those creatures out there. They had found a bit of peace in the middle of a highway. Never in a million years had she thought that the words peace and highway would go together, but today they did.
She wrapped her arm around Rochelle's shoulders. She'd never thought things could be good again but right now they seemed about as close to perfect as they were going to get. Tears burned her eyes but she blinked them away before Rochelle could see her cry.
She glanced in the mirror to find the others standing at the side of the truck staring at the broken down town. Smoke rose from toppled buildings as a blaze smoldered in the distance. New holes and canyons marked the landscape but one thing that really stood out to her was the lack of people. She didn't see anyone moving amongst the crumpled homes and businesses that had once stood alongside the highway.
"It's so peaceful, after everything that happened, it's just so peaceful now," Rochelle whispered.
Mary Ellen silently counted her blessings as Al weaved in and out of the cars congesting the road. Carl hit the side of the vehicle with his hand as he moved toward the window and leaned in to speak. "We're going to have to see if some of these abandoned cars have gas left in them. Try finding the wrecked ones or a highway patrol vehicle. We need some new gas cans too."
She nodded and turned to Al. "I heard him," Al assured her as he pulled up next to a three car accident and put the truck in park.
Mary Ellen glanced around her before opening the door and climbing out. "Mind opening the back doors? I don't think my knees can take jumping out of this thing," Carl told her.
Hurrying around to the back of the truck she frowned as she studied the lock on them. She pushed up one side of the latch as Carl leaned over the door and pulled the latch up. The doors gave way with a small pop. "Thanks," he muttered as he climbed out. "First things first, let's get these guns reloaded. Then see if we can find some tubing and something to hold the gas in."
Mary Ellen stood back as Carl pulled the ammunition from the truck. He reloaded his gun before loading the others. She studied the sleek Caddy as it pulled to a stop behind them. "Let's see if we can find another car too. I know I would prefer a seat, that truck is tough on my back," John said as he rubbed at his lower back.
Mary Ellen turned Rochelle away as she spotted a couple of bodies still within the crashed vehicles. "Stay by the truck," she told her before heading toward one of the cars in search of supplies.
The highway may seem peaceful but she did not intend to be stranded out here tonight.
CHAPTER 9
Riley,
Bending down she pressed her hands against the glass and tried to peer into the suped up car's driver side window. The heavy tint on the window made it impossible to see inside though. Shaking her head she stepped back from the car. The tint was irritating but she had to admire the sleek lines of the vehicle. She wondered how fast it would have gone if it wasn't embedded in the back of a truck.
She grabbed hold of the door handle. Before it was even half a foot open she knew she'd made the wrong decision. She slammed the door shut again before she
Some of the vehicles on the road had crashed but others appeared to have been abandoned. Some still had their doors open, and as they drove by an SUV with its back passenger side door open, she spotted the baby seats still sitting in the back of it. A lump formed in her throat as she turned away.
She studied the broken trees and homes beside the side of the interstate, but other than the group of people growing steadily more distant behind them, she didn't see any of those creatures out there. They had found a bit of peace in the middle of a highway. Never in a million years had she thought that the words peace and highway would go together, but today they did.
She wrapped her arm around Rochelle's shoulders. She'd never thought things could be good again but right now they seemed about as close to perfect as they were going to get. Tears burned her eyes but she blinked them away before Rochelle could see her cry.
She glanced in the mirror to find the others standing at the side of the truck staring at the broken down town. Smoke rose from toppled buildings as a blaze smoldered in the distance. New holes and canyons marked the landscape but one thing that really stood out to her was the lack of people. She didn't see anyone moving amongst the crumpled homes and businesses that had once stood alongside the highway.
"It's so peaceful, after everything that happened, it's just so peaceful now," Rochelle whispered.
Mary Ellen silently counted her blessings as Al weaved in and out of the cars congesting the road. Carl hit the side of the vehicle with his hand as he moved toward the window and leaned in to speak. "We're going to have to see if some of these abandoned cars have gas left in them. Try finding the wrecked ones or a highway patrol vehicle. We need some new gas cans too."
She nodded and turned to Al. "I heard him," Al assured her as he pulled up next to a three car accident and put the truck in park.
Mary Ellen glanced around her before opening the door and climbing out. "Mind opening the back doors? I don't think my knees can take jumping out of this thing," Carl told her.
Hurrying around to the back of the truck she frowned as she studied the lock on them. She pushed up one side of the latch as Carl leaned over the door and pulled the latch up. The doors gave way with a small pop. "Thanks," he muttered as he climbed out. "First things first, let's get these guns reloaded. Then see if we can find some tubing and something to hold the gas in."
Mary Ellen stood back as Carl pulled the ammunition from the truck. He reloaded his gun before loading the others. She studied the sleek Caddy as it pulled to a stop behind them. "Let's see if we can find another car too. I know I would prefer a seat, that truck is tough on my back," John said as he rubbed at his lower back.
Mary Ellen turned Rochelle away as she spotted a couple of bodies still within the crashed vehicles. "Stay by the truck," she told her before heading toward one of the cars in search of supplies.
The highway may seem peaceful but she did not intend to be stranded out here tonight.
CHAPTER 9
Riley,
Bending down she pressed her hands against the glass and tried to peer into the suped up car's driver side window. The heavy tint on the window made it impossible to see inside though. Shaking her head she stepped back from the car. The tint was irritating but she had to admire the sleek lines of the vehicle. She wondered how fast it would have gone if it wasn't embedded in the back of a truck.
She grabbed hold of the door handle. Before it was even half a foot open she knew she'd made the wrong decision. She slammed the door shut again before she
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