Dead America - Portland and Boise Box Set by Slaton Derek

Author:Slaton, Derek
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-10-26T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FOUR

Sergeant Copeland led Kowalski, Baker, and Johnson towards the river on foot, having left their vehicle a half mile behind them. The hike through the open terrain had been a chore, especially while lugging a small rubber raft with them, but they knew that making too much noise could potentially make a crossing impossible.

As they approached the riverbank, the group spotted a cluster of trees and took cover behind it. Kowalski let go of the raft as the group dropped it to the ground, the sniper collapsing into it, completely out of breath.

"You know, Sarge," Kowalski said between labored breaths, "I just wanted to thank you again for volunteering us for this detail."

"I'm just looking out for your well-being, Kowalski," Sergeant Copeland replied, a hint of dry humor in his voice.

"How in God's name is this good for my well-being?" Kowalski asked, incredulous.

Copeland smirked. "You're a free spirit, Kowalski, and if you had to spend another day cooped up inside that factory, it might have pushed you over the edge."

Kowalski let out a sigh in response, too out of breath to form more words.

"Okay, boys, let's see what we're dealing with," Sergeant Copeland ordered.

Copeland moved up towards the edge of the trees, pulling out binoculars as he did so. Baker and Johnson flanked him, each with their own set of binoculars. All three men let out deep sighs as the town on the other side of the water came into view. The row of businesses along the waterfront stretched on for a mile, with hundreds of zombies milling about in the area.

"Well, that's a problem," Johnson remarked.

"Maybe if we moved further north before crossing?" Baker suggested.

"According to the scouts," Copeland responded, "there's a huge mob in that area, and not much in the way of cover outside of the building they were attracted to. At least here we have some options."

"Yeah," Johnson muttered, "some options of where we want to get stuck."

Before Copeland could respond, Kowalski joined them on the line. With a light smack on Baker's arm, the Private handed over his binoculars for the sniper to look through. At the first sight of the creatures, Kowalski let out an impressed whistle.

"That's quite the crowd," Kowalski said, shaking his head.

"We'll be alright," Copeland reassured them. "We're going to cross, stay on this side of the buildings, and get up towards the north. It shouldn't be more than a few miles."

"To where the mob that's so big we can't cross is?" Baker asked skeptically.

"If we're moving quietly and quickly enough," Copeland explained, "we should be able to get by them. Assuming the scouting report is accurate."

"Because those always are," Johnson muttered under his breath.

"We'll be alright," Copeland repeated.

"Guess I better get stretching then, because that's going to be a hell of a run," Baker sighed.

"What if we drove instead?" Kowalski suggested.

All three of the soldiers turned towards Kowalski with confused looks etched onto their faces.

"And what if we sprouted wings and just flew there?" Johnson quipped.

"I'm serious, Johnson. I think I found us a vehicle," Kowalski insisted.

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