All the Stars in the Sky: Until the End of the World, Book 3 by Sarah Lyons Fleming

Author:Sarah Lyons Fleming [Fleming, Sarah Lyons]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-01-28T08:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 37

Fort St. John had a Safe Zone back when this all began. It became a black pin on Whitefield’s map when zombies took over, and we don’t want to go anywhere near it now. We don’t know exactly where the Safe Zone was. Some Safe Zones were named for their exact locations and some for nearby cities. I’d check on the paper map we brought from Vermont, but it was destroyed by the contents of Boss’s skull.

I’m in the RV, which has prompted only a few moments of residual panic. Peter drives and I sit in the passenger’s seat with Bits on my lap and Hank on the floor between us. They’re often drawing or reading or whispering, but since the other night I’m glad they’ve stuck close.

“We’re going to have to go through the bottom of the city,” James says. “It’s just a few miles. It should be quick, if all goes as planned.”

“And when does that ever happen?” Nelly calls. He has the perfect vantage point from the nightstand between the two beds in the back, allowing him to sit with Adam and toss out smart-ass comments at the same time.

James lifts his eyes to the ceiling. “Never. Thanks for the reminder.”

But the few miles of wide, paved lanes and empty businesses are quiet. Once we’re past the city, we come across the Safe Zone at the lake where we’d planned to fill the water tanks. Whether a giant pod has reached this place or every zombie in Fort St. John is here, I don’t know, but the Safe Zone sign that hangs from a telephone pole would be laughable if it wasn’t so terrifying, hanging as it is over a giant mass of Lexers.

“Keep going,” Zeke’s voice comes over the radio. “Go on through.”

Whatever’s kept them focused on the lake and woods is not as appealing as us. We zip by and watch them spill onto the road in our wake. I tighten my arms around Bits when twenty or so appear around a bend. The last thing we need is a kid going through a windshield. I slide off the seat with her in my lap. “Hank, get in the seat and buckle.”

I’ve given up on trying to keep myself and them buckled in, especially in this older RV, but the chance of an accident has just multiplied. Hank’s up and belted in immediately. He’ll make a good patroller one day, although I pray we have no need for patrols. Small isn’t an issue—as long as he’s strong and fast and as quick-witted as he is now.

“Where do we turn?” Zeke’s voice breaks through the silence. James flips pages and curses without answering.

“We need that west road,” Zeke’s voice comes again.

“There is no fucking west road!” James yells. “We passed it at the lake. There’s another up ahead.”

I relay his response into the radio sans cursing and brace myself for a collision. Just when I think we’re out of the woods and regular breathing has resumed, the RV slows.

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