Gen X: The Undead Adventures of Chas (A Young Adult Zombie Apocalypse Thriller Book 3) by Baileigh Higgins

Author:Baileigh Higgins [Higgins, Baileigh]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Independent
Published: 2019-05-18T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

It took another three days before Chas’ leg had healed enough for her to walk, and even then it was only with the aid of crutches gifted to her by Sandy.

“Go on. Take them, hun. I’ve got another spare set I can use when my knees act up,” Sandy said, her face as calm and benign as ever. “You’re not getting far without them.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” Chas said, gingerly testing out the set of crutches with their worn handles. They were comfortable enough and would be a great help. “I appreciate everything you’ve done for us.”

“Oh, it was nothing. Your friends repaid me with the fruits of their labor. I’ve got enough firewood to last the winter now, and my vegetable garden is in excellent shape,” Sandy said, patting her dog Henri on the head.

Chas looked out over the land below them, the view from Sandy’s porch second to none. They had a long way to go, and she hoped they could scavenge a working vehicle. At least the weather was good, the sky a clear blue and the heat from the sun comforting rather than blistering. It was a good day for a walk.

About time too, Chas thought. Despite all Vanessa’s talk of patience, it had been a rough few days spent twiddling her thumbs in bed while worry over the camp and Lala consumed her. She looked around at her friends. They looked just as eager as she was, dressed for the outdoors with their backpacks fully loaded with water, food, and other supplies.

Sandy had been generous, providing them with freshly baked bread, homemade apricot jam, and preserved peaches. A veritable feast.

“Ready, guys?” Chas asked as impatience overwhelmed her.

“Ready,” they chorused.

As one, they prepared to leave, saying their goodbyes to Sandy and giving old Henri a last pat on the head. He stared at them with his usual droopy expression, but Chas was certain he was sad to see them go. Though old and a bit cranky, his presence in the house had been a comfort to them all.

As they trooped down the driveway toward the gate, Chas looked back for the last time. Sandy was still waving at them, her expression sad but determined. She was a tough old lady, and Chas hoped she’d be okay on her own.

“I’m going to miss her,” Emily said, her eyes suspiciously bright. “She had a lot of books, and she knew stuff. I liked talking to her.”

“Me too,” Chas said.

“I’ll miss her cooking,” Dean admitted. “She could make a mean stew.

“I bet you won’t miss the ax, though,” Vanessa joked.

He groaned, patting the machete that hung from his side. “Nope. Not at all!”

They’d reached the gates, and after making sure no zombies were around, they climbed over with Dean and Vanessa helping Chas. With their eyes and ears open, they set off down the road.

The crutches were a bother at first, and Chas stumbled a few times over the uneven terrain, but eventually, she found her groove, and their progress was steady.

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