Surviving Earth: Makayla's Journey Read Online Free Page B
Author: Cora A. Murray
before sun up, we drive the streets slowly, looking in windows and doors. The gun shop on the corner calls out to me. I know we need ammo, and maybe a few extra guns. I will need them when we find somewhere safe to train as well. These three are about to get lessons in the same style as my dad taught me.
When the sun starts to light the sky, I pull over. I know we all need to eat and take care of some business. The night before, everyone kept to their own thoughts, one as frightened as the other. Jumping down from the truck, I scramble to the back, pulling out what meager supplies we have left, a can of tuna and a can of corn. The liquid would do each of us some good. Finding food, ammo and water were at the top of my list, gas for the black beast we rode in next.
After we finish what is left of the food we all get back in the truck. "There's cars parked at the houses up and down the street and we need gas to keep this thing going. I also want to check for supplies in each house before the sun sets." I say as I hand the Glock to Blu.
"I'm coming with you. I don't think we should separate." He says as he lifts the gun from his lap.
Exhaustion is a constant every day and I know I can't give in to it or we'll all end up dead or worse; a zombie.
Pulling up to the first house, I keep us in the direct sunlight. I know zombies aren't the only dangers around, but I want to keep these three as safe as possible. Opening the truck door, I look at the frightened eyes of Tessa. I want to assure her it will all be ok, but in today's world there is no ok, or assurances.
Blu, opens his door slowly, his hand resting on the Glock. I know the three bullets within won't afford us much protection, but I hope they will at least get them back to the truck. Hand on my katana, I go to the house’s side door, all is silent. Trying the knob, I find it to be locked. It isn't unusual to find houses locked tight, most left when the earth erupted beneath them. Raising the butt of my katana, I am going to break the window, so I can unlock the door.
"Hold it. Back the hell away and leave the way you came." An older man says from the other side of the door with a double barrel shotgun pointed between my eyes.
Taking a step back, I reach for Tessa's hand, pulling her and the boys behind me. Holding up a hand, I say, "We're leaving."
"Don't stick around in town either. We're decent, God-fearing folks around here." He says.
The truck roars to life beneath us, reversing fast we squeal out of town, not looking back. I hear Gage assuring Tessa that we are going to be ok from the backseat. Blu's eyes never waver from his sister or brother's faces. "It's going to be ok, Tessa, just breathe." He says lightly.
Lifting her blue eyes, she looks to each of us. "We're not going to make it, are we?"
Running a hand through his shaggy hair Blu, seemingly irritated, says, "Hell yes we are. As long as we have each other we can do this. We will survive!"
The day passes as we race on, looking to see if we can get a good opportunity to find supplies. Everything we pass either looks cleaned out or just too scary for a small child to walk into. The truck’s tank is nearing empty when we happen upon a farmhouse tucked in the middle of acres of dried farmland. The stalks of dried, withered corn stand where they had been abandoned in the fields when the virus struck. The eeriness of this place doesn't escape my notice as we pull into the long, lonely drive. I am reminded of long ago horror movies I used to watch and a shiver races down my spine, but we are out of options. This is as far as the truck is going until we find gas.
Bracing myself for what we will find in the house, I have my katana already in my hand as I glance sharply around the yard, but see no sign of movement. There are tractors and all kinds of heavy machinery in the fields and I remember that some tractors run off of gas so maybe that's where we
When the sun starts to light the sky, I pull over. I know we all need to eat and take care of some business. The night before, everyone kept to their own thoughts, one as frightened as the other. Jumping down from the truck, I scramble to the back, pulling out what meager supplies we have left, a can of tuna and a can of corn. The liquid would do each of us some good. Finding food, ammo and water were at the top of my list, gas for the black beast we rode in next.
After we finish what is left of the food we all get back in the truck. "There's cars parked at the houses up and down the street and we need gas to keep this thing going. I also want to check for supplies in each house before the sun sets." I say as I hand the Glock to Blu.
"I'm coming with you. I don't think we should separate." He says as he lifts the gun from his lap.
Exhaustion is a constant every day and I know I can't give in to it or we'll all end up dead or worse; a zombie.
Pulling up to the first house, I keep us in the direct sunlight. I know zombies aren't the only dangers around, but I want to keep these three as safe as possible. Opening the truck door, I look at the frightened eyes of Tessa. I want to assure her it will all be ok, but in today's world there is no ok, or assurances.
Blu, opens his door slowly, his hand resting on the Glock. I know the three bullets within won't afford us much protection, but I hope they will at least get them back to the truck. Hand on my katana, I go to the house’s side door, all is silent. Trying the knob, I find it to be locked. It isn't unusual to find houses locked tight, most left when the earth erupted beneath them. Raising the butt of my katana, I am going to break the window, so I can unlock the door.
"Hold it. Back the hell away and leave the way you came." An older man says from the other side of the door with a double barrel shotgun pointed between my eyes.
Taking a step back, I reach for Tessa's hand, pulling her and the boys behind me. Holding up a hand, I say, "We're leaving."
"Don't stick around in town either. We're decent, God-fearing folks around here." He says.
The truck roars to life beneath us, reversing fast we squeal out of town, not looking back. I hear Gage assuring Tessa that we are going to be ok from the backseat. Blu's eyes never waver from his sister or brother's faces. "It's going to be ok, Tessa, just breathe." He says lightly.
Lifting her blue eyes, she looks to each of us. "We're not going to make it, are we?"
Running a hand through his shaggy hair Blu, seemingly irritated, says, "Hell yes we are. As long as we have each other we can do this. We will survive!"
The day passes as we race on, looking to see if we can get a good opportunity to find supplies. Everything we pass either looks cleaned out or just too scary for a small child to walk into. The truck’s tank is nearing empty when we happen upon a farmhouse tucked in the middle of acres of dried farmland. The stalks of dried, withered corn stand where they had been abandoned in the fields when the virus struck. The eeriness of this place doesn't escape my notice as we pull into the long, lonely drive. I am reminded of long ago horror movies I used to watch and a shiver races down my spine, but we are out of options. This is as far as the truck is going until we find gas.
Bracing myself for what we will find in the house, I have my katana already in my hand as I glance sharply around the yard, but see no sign of movement. There are tractors and all kinds of heavy machinery in the fields and I remember that some tractors run off of gas so maybe that's where we
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