Fallout by Derek Shupert

Author:Derek Shupert [Shupert, Derek]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Post-Apocalyptic | Zombies
Published: 2019-04-15T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

“Have you not found a spot yet?” Dawson whines. His upper body is hunched over, arm swinging lifelessly as he huffs and sighs. “I’ve seen a half dozen or more that look fine. My legs feel like they’re about to fall off, dude.”

“I’m getting tired too, Tony,” I quickly add. “We haven’t seen any more of those things since the river, and it’s nearly nighttime.”

Tony’s not as talkative now as he was before. He trudges through the woods ahead of us as puffs of smoke billow into the air in front of him. He’s acting weird. I can’t quite put my finger on it. It’s more of a hunch, I guess, since he’s not really acknowledging us at the moment. He’s more distant and colder now, like the wind blowing through the trees. Who knows what’s going on.

“How you doing, boy?” I ask. Duke’s panting hard, his tongue reaching to the ground as his pace lessens. “I know, boy.”

The sun dips down over the tree line, taking what little warmth it offered with it. Now, the bitter dark of the night air is able to take hold. Out of all the things I would love to have right now, a warm blanket and fire are at the top of my list. And perhaps one of Dad’s MREs. Can’t believe I just thought that.

“There,” Tony says, pointing to a small patch of ground to our right. “That should do us for the night.”

“Thank god.” Dawson nearly knocks me over as he rushes past us in pursuit of sitting down and taking a rest. Duke follows close behind.

“Keep it down, just in case,” Tony calls out.

Dawson falls to the grass in grand fashion. His pack bounces off the ground. The contents inside clatter against one another loudly. He can be a drama queen at times, that’s for sure. During athletics, he could run circles around most of the guys. I guess when there are no girls watching, he doesn’t have to try as hard.

“Damn, man, I said keep it down,” Tony snaps. Dawson raises his thumb in the air with no words, his face still planted in the grass. “I’m going to check the perimeter out to make sure there aren’t any chasers lurking around.”

“You want some company?” I ask tiredly. I don’t really want to go, but figure I should ask.

Tony dismisses the offer with a wave of his hand. “Naw. Why don’t you three get some rest? Maybe get some wood close by so we can get a fire started. Feels like it might be a cold night.”

“Isn’t it every night?” Dawson mutters through the blades of grass impairing his speech.

Tony walks off, vanishing into the trees and thick brush directly behind us.

“James, will you please tell Duke to stop licking my face. His breath smells like a combination of butt and feet,” Dawson pleads as he tries to fend off Duke’s affection.

“He’s a dog, dude. That’s what it’s supposed to smell like.”

Dawson covers his head, shooing away Duke with his hand, but he thinks it’s a game.

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