Enduring Grit: an EMP survival story (The Off Grid Survivor Book 3) by Connor Mccoy

Author:Connor Mccoy
Language: eng
Format: mobi, azw3, epub
Published: 2017-11-25T07:00:00+00:00

CAL KEPT an icy stare on the three men. Meanwhile, Lance slunk along the wall near the living room door. Goosebumps popped up over his arms and legs. This looked like it was going to end ugly, and not just because Blake, Vander and Juan together could overpower Cal. Just before they burst in here, Blake revealed he possessed one last pistol. He had hidden it somewhere under the truck before he and the other men left for Conrad’s ranch, so Conrad’s cohorts had not discovered it. Blake now was concealing it inside his jacket.

“Alright,” Cal finally said. “The guns are in back. Follow me.”

Cal backed into the hall. Lance waited to see if Blake or Vander would bark at him to follow. He was nervous enough about such a possibility that he almost took a step to join them.

But instead, he held his ground.

Three seconds later, Kendall burst out from a back room, brandishing a firearm. Lance suddenly realized Cal’s companion must have crept out of the room during the conversation.

“Cal! Get down!” Kendall shouted.

Cal jumped to the hall floor as Kendall squeezed off a few shots. Lance threw himself flat onto the ground. He heard the bangs, but didn’t see where, or who, they hit.

With Lance’s face to the floor, he only could hear the commotion to come. Loud, rapid footsteps retreated into the back of the house. There was a lot of shouting. Lance recognized Vander’s and Juan’s voices, but not Blake’s. Nothing hard had hit the floor. Kendall’s shots had not dropped any of Blake’s party.

The shouts trailed off into the rear section of the house, which quickly gave way to more gunfire, as well as screams and even loud crashes, like furniture being turned over. The fracas didn’t spill back into the front of the house. In fact, Lance realized he had been abandoned.

He was totally alone.

And then, in that moment, Lance realized he actually could escape. Yes, he could escape. He could do it. Now.

It was enough to spur Lance to jump to his feet. Then he pulled open the front door and dashed out onto the walkway that trailed from the ranch toward State Road 22 and beyond. The truck was parked on the road shoulder.

“The truck.” Lance panted heavily as he dashed for it. He grabbed the driver’s side door handle and pulled on it. The door came open. Blake had not seen fit to lock it. After all, they were in the middle of nowhere. Either that, or he still was fuming too much after his humiliating defeat at Conrad’s ranch to remember to take such precautions. Lance hoped that haze of anger was enough to help him get out of here.

Now in the driver’s seat, Lance checked the ignition. No key. Of course, Blake would have taken it out and kept it on his person. That habit was too ingrained in almost any driver to forget. But there was a spare around here. He recalled Juan discussing spare keys back at his auto shop.

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