Far Series (Book 1): Far From Home by Mary Kate L

Author:Mary, Kate L. [Mary, Kate L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Zombies
Publisher: Twisted Press, LLC
Published: 2020-01-03T05:00:00+00:00

13

Devon drove faster than he had coming into town, and I watched as the speedometer ticked higher and higher, soon reaching sixty. Occasionally, something in the road made him swerve. An abandoned car with its doors hanging open, a sixty-inch television still in the box like it had been looted and cast aside when the thieves were forced to run, a bicycle. A body.

Despite how fast he was driving, Devon maneuvered around them effortlessly, not even having to slow. But he was so intent on what he was doing, so focused on getting us away from Amarillo, that when the person ran out into the road maybe a hundred yards in front of us, Devon didn’t react at first.

The guy waved his arms, signaling to us, and almost on instinct Devon veered the car to the left like he was planning on going around him.

“Stop,” Kiaya called out, and I shouted, “Devon!”

As if our words had snapped him out of it, he slammed his foot on the brake. Kiaya, who wasn’t wearing a seatbelt, lurched forward, and the tires squealed against the pavement as we skidded and slowed. I had buckled up, but my body was still thrown forward from the sudden change in momentum. In front of us, the guy who’d rushed into the road dove out of the way even though we weren’t headed for him, and the way he rolled toward the sidewalk made my body throb with sympathy pains.

I’d thrown my hands out to brace myself on the dashboard, and my hands were still there, palms down and fingers splayed, when we came to a complete stop. Devon was gripping the wheel, and behind me Kiaya had her hand on her head, which must have slammed into the back of Devon’s seat.

In the road, the guy pulled himself up and dusted himself off, his eyes on us.

“What now?” Devon muttered.

He threw the car in park and swept up the gun, which I’d set in the console after my abandoned suicide attempt. A second later, he had his door thrown open and was standing half out, the gun up and pointed at the guy.

“Hands up.” Devon’s voice boomed through the silent city.

The guy’s hands shot up, and his eyes widened. “I’m not dangerous.”

It was difficult to get a good look at him thanks to the black smeared all over my window, so I rolled it down, and he came into view. He was young, only a teenager, and the red undertones of his brown skin told me he was probably of Native American descent. His shoulder-length black hair was unkempt like it hadn’t been washed in days, and the dirt smeared across his face only emphasized the impression. His plump body contrasted with the agility he’d shown when diving out of the way, and his round face and big, brown eyes appeared innocent and youthful. Trustworthy.

His eyes darted from Devon to me, then to the back where Kiaya was peering out her own window. “I swear. I’m nobody.

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