Continued from Chapter 12, here.

Past that barricade, however, we didn’t encounter much else, not for half a day. Although we all knew that we needed to stay on guard, the rolling hills, the quiet outside – it all combined to lull us into a false sense of comfort and security.

We should have been more alert.

We should have been ready for the ambush. Continue reading →

Continued from Chapter 11, here.

Five miles into Day Five, I reached out and picked up the mike from the short-wave radios we’d rigged up to communicate between the trucks.

“Are you guys noticing this?” I asked, clicking the button to talk.

“Da,” Sergei answered after a second, his accent shining even through the static-filled connection. “Looks like we are not alone, here. Someone is working after the Event.”

“Bloody scary, that’s what it is,” Jaspers muttered from the other side of our truck, his hands tightening slightly on his rifle as his eyes searched for a target. “Like something out of those old horror movies. This is the part where you decide that we ought to split up.”

“Not happening.” I’d seen those horror movies as well, and didn’t want to end up anything like how it usually turned out for the heroes. Continue reading →