Sometimes We Ran (Book 2): Community Read Online Free

the bottled drinks. I grabbed two lemon-lime colored beauties, pulled them out, and tossed one to Claire. We cracked them open and managed to set an all-time record for the least time required to down a twenty-ounce bottle of liquid. Without even a slight pause, we opened two more. Orange, this time. They went down just as fast. I don’t think we realized how dehydrated we were.
    After our thirst was satisfied, we sank down to the floor. Claire wiped her mouth, and let out a little belch. “Excuse me, but damn, that’s good.”
    “You said it.” I could actually feel my body re-hydrating as it soaked up the liquid. A little energy began to return. “These are pretty powerful drinks.”
    “Yeah.” Claire looked a lot better. “I’m probably going to pee for a week, though.” She giggled a little bit. She gathered up a few of the spilled cans of food, and read a few of the labels. “Hmm…mostly fruit cocktail and pears. Wish it was better.”
    “That’s okay. Pears and fruit will keep us going for a while.” I crammed a few cans of pears in my backpack. Claire did the same. There was life-giving fluid in the fruit too.
    We sat back and relaxed for a minute. I caught sight of two boots jutting out from behind some packing material. “I guess that’s the driver,” I said.
    Claire looked at poor devil in the corner. “Yeah. I guess so. Wonder what happened?”
    I rubbed my tired eyes. “Probably locked himself in here to escape from the undead. Maybe he killed himself.”
    “Tough way to go.” Claire took another swig of her drink. ”Should we check out a few more trucks?”
    “Let’s do it. I would like to find some more substantial food than just canned fruit. We’ll check out a few cars, too.” My confidence was slowly returning.
    “Sounds good,” Claire said, grabbing her bat.
    We took a few more bottles of water and food in our backpacks, and made our way to the door. I made a mental note of the truck’s location if we needed it later. Claire reached the door first, then froze in place. “We’re in trouble.”
    I didn’t like the sound of that.
    I heard a commotion outside the truck. When I joined Claire in the doorway, I knew we had a problem. What I saw made my heart sink to my feet. There were about a dozen Red-Eyes picking their way through the wrecked cars and trucks. They were headed our way from the direction of the on-ramp that we had just used to get into this mess.
    We had to run. Claire and I hit the ground at full speed. We were going up the highway away from the zombies, headed west I think. As we ran, another problem cropped up. More Red-Eyes, coming the other way, blocked our escape. We stopped in our tracks. Claire and I were surrounded by undead on two sides, with a long drop off the overpass as an alternative.
    “Now what?” Claire yelled over the moaning corpses.
    I looked around in a state of panic. We had nowhere to go. Soon the zombies would get through the wreckage and overrun us. Claire and I were trapped on the overpass. All of a sudden, it was a bad situation.
    I drew my handgun. “We’ll have to fight our way through,” I said. “We’ll take out the ones ahead of us on the highway, make a hole, and run like hell, okay?” It was a lot of Red-Eyes to fight while running, but we had done it before. Success wasn’t guaranteed, but we had a chance.
    She took my hand. “Okay.” A faint smile crossed her lips.
    We turned west, toward the zombies that were now making their way trough the wreckage. They stepped over each other to get to us. The dozen or so behind us were also getting close to getting through. They looked hungry. Claire and I may have been the first prey on the highway in weeks.
    “Ready?” Claire nodded. We took a few steps with our weapons - my gun and Claire’s trusty bat raised. The battle for our survival had begun yet again.
    Then the world exploded.
    The ground shook as someone or something started shooting a very large and loud weapon.