Chloe felt sweat trickle down her back as she kicked the crap out of the feed bag hung from the barn ceiling. It was a decent makeshift punching bag, since Luke didn’t have one. Behind her the door opened, bring a cool gust of wind that raised goosebumps on her arms.
A moment later Luke stepped into her line of vision. “Thought I’d find you out here.”
She stopped punching the bag and gave him her attention. “What’s up?”
He glanced away from her, shoving his hands in his coat pockets. “Rob, Sofia and I were talking...”
Chloe’s stomach twisted, she’d figured this was coming. Whatever was happening had been going on for a month now. The only new piece of information they’d gained was this was the zombie apocalypse for real and no help was coming. With two growing kids, a pregnant lady and three adults the food was running out.
He continued, “We’re running low on food, Sofia’s due date is looming and we need supplies. We were wondering if you’d be willing to run to town with me?”
She blinked at him, that was totally not what she expected.
“I don’t know what we’ll find out there and no one’s going to force you, but…”
She cut him off, “I’ll go.”
“Yeah, Sofia can’t go and Rob should stay, it just makes sense.”
“Ok, we’ll hit the road first thing in the morning.”