Monday, December 23, 2013

The Survivalista- Book 1: Indiana- Chapter 6- Part 1

Chapter 6- Part 1

“Damn it!” Ryan slammed his fist on the steering wheel as the engine sputtered and died. He used the last of the vehicle’s momentum to pull over to the side of the road.
“We're out of gas, aren't we?” Indie asked, closing her eyes.
She turned on the hand held radio. Nothing happened. “Oh, for crying out loud.”
“Radio's dead.”
She nodded. “Okay, here's what's going to happen. I'm going to get out, have a mini breakdown, then we'll go through the supplies and come up with a game plan.”
Before Ryan could reply, Indie climbed out of the cab and let out a huge scream. Since this outbreak she'd been almost eaten by a bear, threatened by two infected women, shot someone and now, of all things, the truck full of stuff runs out of gas. To top it off, the radio, their one connection with the school, had died. How could they have been so stupid as to not get gas? Anger bubbled up inside her, and she lashed out, kicking the truck. Which only served to hurt her toe. “FUCK!”
Tears streamed down her face as she leaned against the truck.
“Feel better?”
Indie looked across the hood at Ryan's smiling face. “Yes and no. Bet I looked pretty funny.”
He shrugged. “Let's just say, you should be glad my cell isn't working.”
Indie smiled, wiping her face on her sweatshirt sleeve before limped to the back of the truck and hoisting herself into the bed. For once she was glad her dad was survival crazy. Pulling the top off a tote she pulled out two backpacks, which were extra bug out bags. Each contained enough supplies to live for a week or more in the wilderness. At least it did if you knew what you were doing. As she went through the boxes and totes she went over in her head what they would need to do and how to get there.
“The way I see it, we really only have two options. Head back to Eagle Bay and see if we can find some gas or follow the road back up to the school. When Dad realizes we haven't checked in, he'll coming looking for us.”
She glanced over at Ryan. He was watching her intently. “If we go back to Eagle Bay we might run into those things.” A chill traveled down Indie's back at that thought. He continued, “We might not find any gas and we'd be screwed. If we don't run into those things, and we do find gas, the truck might not be here when we get back. So I think we should just say to hell with it and head for where we know we'll be safe.”
“If someone doesn't come along we may need to overnight it. It's a long drive. It'll be an even longer hike.” She handed him one of the packs.
“I know. Grab that tarp. We'll cover everything so at the very least it won't get wet and maybe won't be as enticing to steal.”
After shrugging on her own pack, she picked up a blue plastic tarp and helped Ryan secure it over everything. Pulling open the door to the cab, she grabbed the gun case they'd put behind the seat. It contained a rifle and shotgun from her dad’s collection. She handed Ryan the shotgun and took the rifle. The bullets had been in a tote in back which she'd already tucked into their packs. With the exception of a couple she'd pocketed. Pulling the shotgun shells out, she handed them over to Ryan. Removing the clip on the rifle she filled it and shoved it back in the gun.
“I'd ask if this was overkill, but seeing as you've had three near misses and there are scarier things than bears walking around, I guess not.”
Indie gave him a tight smile and shut the cab door. “Let's get going.”
Ryan caught her arm. “Hold on.” He stepped closer, his hand moving from her arm to her cheek. “I'm not going to let anything happen to you.”
Indie grinned up at him. “And I won't let anything happen to you.”
He pressed his lips to hers. She gasped when his tongue swiped her lips, and as he pulled back, he winked and grabbed her hand. With a quick tug they were walking away from the truck.

Susie stood back, watching as everyone hovered around Ted. Tera stepped over and wrapped an arm around her. “It'll be all right.”
Dan and Ted had returned from their expedition, with more bad news about what was going on outside and Ted had been bitten by someone. Overnight he'd gotten worst, the bite wound looked infected and he was running a fever. It reminded Susan of her mother. The virus spread quickly. She knew what was going to happen and it wasn't going to be pretty. Tera gently guided her out of the bunk house and up to the cabin.
“Do you think Indie and Ryan will be back soon?” Susie asked as they crossed the grounds.
“Of course, they said they were on their way this morning. And they’ll check in if anything goes wrong.” Tera gave her a one armed hug. “Come on, you can help me get lunch started.”
Sighing, Susan let Tera lead her into the kitchen. At least she was good for something. She had discovered a surprise talent for cooking. Her own mother had spent very little time in the kitchen, but she was learning a lot from Tera.
“What would you like me to do?”
“Cut up some potatoes.”
Susie went to the wooden box in the pantry and grabbed an armload of potatoes. Setting them on the cutting board, she went to work. As she sliced and diced, she glanced out the window. Huge black clouds were gathering in the distance.
The front door banged open, causing her to jump. Dan entered the kitchen, his brows drawn in what were becoming permanent worry lines. “I just tried to get Indie and Ryan on the radio, and nothing. If I don't get a reply in an hour, I'm going to go look for them.”
Tears threatened in Tera's eyes, but she blinked them away, composing herself. “All right. How's Ted?”
“Getting worse.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I don't know what to do with him."

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