Cost of Survival (Extinction Survival Book 3) by Walt Browning

Author:Walt Browning [Browning, Walt]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Great Wave Ink Publishing
Published: 2020-03-23T16:00:00+00:00

The siphoning of gas wasn’t going as easily as Shader expected. They’d brought hoses from the ship, but the anti-theft measures that most modern cars were equipped with, forced them to improvise.

Oven pans were placed under a car or truck, and a hole was punched into the fuel tank. The collected gas was transferred to five-gallon gas cans then put into the trucks. They were on the road within a half hour, all with full tanks and a stash of snacks they’d found while clearing the little town.

Circumnavigating the north part of the island was probably a waste of time. Other than a few campgrounds that they’d already passed by on their way into Two Harbors, there were no structures of note. Still, if the Freedom was to make this their home, it had to be cleared.

“Here!” Kyle said, handing Daphne a pack of Twinkies.

“No thanks.” She pulled out some jerky they’d recovered.

“You’ll miss these someday,” he replied, holding the yellow tubes in front of her. “They won’t be making these anymore.”

Daphne snatched the package and stuffed it into her ruck. “I hear these things last forever,” she said. “Maybe I’ll pull them out for my fiftieth birthday party.”

Kyle was about to reply, when the truck hit a particularly deep hole in the dirt road. The trail they were on had been hacked out of the mountain side, primarily for hikers, but it was wide enough for four-wheeled vehicles. Barely. Several spots proved hazardous with drop-off cliffs and loose dirt. Just a foot to their left, and they’d fall hundreds of feet.

The drive was both tedious and bone wrenching. Most of the road could best be described as a glorified donkey trail, and the ride in the back bed was far from cushioned. Steel and aluminum slammed into their tailbones with each rut or rock they passed over. It took most of the afternoon to get back to Two Harbors, and by the time they got to the end of the forty-mile loop, the entire squad was ready for a break.

“All right. Let’s head back to the ship. We’ll start the hard part tomorrow,” Carver announced.

The RIB couldn’t have come soon enough. By the time the last run pulled into the garage bay of the littoral ship, night had fallen.

Tomorrow would be a different day, as they would be travelling up the mountainous spine of the island, then down into its largest city.

Avalon had been home to thousands of people. Its large buildings were going to present a major problem. It was one thing to clear a single-story house, but multi-story buildings like the island town’s casino, might be too much for them to handle. If push came to shove, Carver would have the entire town bombarded. But that call was for another day.

Carver was too tired to eat, so he hit the head, took a shower, and crashed onto his bunk. As always, Shrek lay on the floor at his side. Both warriors were out within seconds.

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