Bug Out! Part 3: Motorhome Madness Read Online Free Page A

“Let’s take a look. Lay down on that table.”
    Jeb hoisted himself up. The doctor came alongside him and put his black bag down on the bench next to the table. He opened it up and pulled out some scissors.
    “No, you aren’t going to cut my pants, are you? Can’t I just take them off?”
    The doctor looked at him and laughed, and then started cutting. After he got the pant leg out of the way, he untied the tourniquet. He got closer, and then pulled out a small LED flashlight and shined it on the wound.
    “This is only a flesh wound…..the bullet went clean through. You’re lucky, though. Another inch this way and it would have nicked the artery. I’d say you got shot by a military round. No expansion that I can see.”
    “Good,” the Sheriff said.
    “I’ll let the paramedics clean this up and bandage it for you,” the doctor said. He looked over at them. “Hey, guys, use plenty of iodine. Let’s make it sting.” He laughed, and the paramedics cracked up too.
    “That’s not nice, Doc,” Jeb said.
    “Any of the enemy need attention?” asked the doctor.
    “You know, doc, that’s a good question,” the Sheriff said. “I assumed that they were all dead, but some of them may just be unconscious.”
    “The ones with half their brains hanging out are probably dead,” Jerry observed drily. “Looked kind of like .270 to me.”
    “Damn straight, baby,” Jeb said.
    “You were using that old Remington bolt action of yours against these guys?” asked the doctor. “You’re pretty brave.”
    “It’s not how fast you shoot, it’s how well you shoot,” Jeb said. “Owwwwwww! Watch it with that stuff.”
    “Make sure you get plenty of that iodine in there, boys,” the doctor said with a grin.
    “Are there any who aren’t obviously dead?” asked the doctor.
    “Well, the one that Frank shot got it in the torso, but that was a .44 mag hunting round, copper on lead, so he’s probably a mess inside. Big slow moving bullet. He only got hit once, though. The other one got hit at least twice with .30 Carbine but got up and ran, and Frank finished him off with a chest shot from the .44 mag. I doubt if either of them are alive, but it might be worth checking.”
    “Wait a minute, Frank killed two men?” Jane asked. She had a horrified look on her face.
    “Lucy helped, don’t forget,” Jerry said. “And I helped on one of them. He doesn’t get all the credit.”
    “You guys are sick,” the Sheriff said. “Really.”
    The paramedics were done closing up Jeb’s dressing. They looked over at the doctor. He nodded, and they gathered up their stuff and left.
    “I thought Charlie would be down here. Where is he?” asked Jeb.
    “He thought somebody ought to be watching the front of the park, so he’s up on the roof of the store,” said Hilda.
    “Oh. Good idea,” Jeb said. “He’s a better shot than I am, and he’s got better eyes too.”
    “So you guys have the front and back at least partly covered,” the Sheriff said. “That’s good.”
    “Should we be staying here?” asked Jane.
    “If I were you folks, I’d probably stay here rather than get out on the road right now,” the Sheriff said, “been hearing some bad things.”
    “I’m getting to where I don’t trust anything you local folks say,” Jane said. “No offense, but we’ve gotten
bad
info from people saying they had
good
info ever since we left LA.”
    “She’s right,” Jasmine said. “We need people to level with us about the situation around here. And we aren’t going to be held here because the Army doesn’t want us to spook bad guys. That’s not how we operate in this country.”
    “Here here,” said Cynthia. It was the first time she said anything since the shooting started. She didn’t look good. She looked terrified and exhausted. The doctor walked over to her, and they had a hushed conversation.
    “You are free to go if you feel you must,” the Sheriff said, looking over at Jasmine. “But think