John poked at the dying fire. “They blocked off some streets, kinda random like. We didn’t suspect a thing. They strung cable across the street low down. I think it was supposed to catch up in the wheels of a regular vehicle and stop it. Instead, it threw us for a loop. We managed to pick up a couple guns and packs off the bikes and limp off. We made it to the edge of town and hung out at the camper lot until Jack and his kids broke in. I think they were running from the same people that attacked us.”
John continued. “There was a dead fuck in the cashier’s booth with a case of water and a couple candy bars. The kids hadn’t eaten in a couple days and were hungry. The kid’s father broke in and got bit.”
“That’s tough.” Randy answered as he rose. “Well folks, let’s get some rest, we got a big day tomorrow.”
Randy led the caravan of three vehicles to the hill overlooking Dell City. It wasn’t much of a town. Main Street was barely half a dozen blocks long. At one end of town sat the school, a small drug store and Quick Stop while at the other was t veterinary clinic, a single island gas station and Rosita’s Cafe advertising fry bread and taquitos, in between a dozen or so houses and empty store fronts and a couple metal buildings.
Vehicles were stopped haphazardly up and down the streets. In the distance they could see, a heavy duty truck had been driven straight into the side of the school. There were neither people or infected on the streets. The small town was eerily quiet.
Randy, Harry and Miguel met in front of Randy’s truck. “Where is everyone?” Harry asked in a hushed whisper.
“I don’t see a soul. This can’t be good.” John added.
“I don’t know if we’re lucky or not with the vet and gas station across from each other.” Harry commented.
“We’ll go to the veterinary office while you gas up that gas guzzler first. You roll into the station and with your crew. Pablo and his son will keep watch.” Randy announced.
“Sounds good. After we fill up, we’ll get inside the store and see what we can salvage.” Harry added.
Charlotte Hoaks. . . .(C. A. Hoaks) 