Mad World (Book 1): Epidemic by Provost Samaire

Author:Provost, Samaire [Provost, Samaire]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Thriller, Zombie Apocalypse, courage, adventure, bravery
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

“Jacob,” I said quietly. He came up to me. “How is Emily?” I asked.

“Not good. She’s still unconscious. Paula got the bleeding stopped, but she lost a lot of blood. She’s very pale. And Alyssa. She was bitten. She’s infected,” Jacob said quietly.

Tears sprung to my eyes. “Take care of her. Keep her comfortable and warm,” I said. He nodded and made his way to the rear again. I drove on. I tried to concentrate on driving, but tears dropped silently from my eyes as the sun set. Driving on the freeway toward Los Angeles, my friend dying in the back seat. A sob broke out as I tried to wipe my eyes clear of tears. Thankfully, the freeway was empty of cars. It seemed as though we were alone in the world. I could hear Caitlyn crying softly in the back, and DeAndre comforting her. Risa joined in on the crying, I heard Scooter and the little Scottie dog whining, and Jacob came up to the driver’s area.

“Emily is getting worse,” he said grimly, sitting down beside me. “Paula is trying to help her, but there’s nothing she can do about the infection.” He sniffed quietly and I glanced at him. Tears were running silently down his face. Seeing him cry made my tears double. I let out a soft moan of sadness.

“Emily and I had English together last term,” I said. “I helped her finish her midterm essay. It was on her dreams for her future. She wanted to be a ballet dancer.”

Jacob mumbled something inaudible and stared out the window.

I couldn’t believe it. Not Emily. She was so sweet, the gentlest of my friends. The tears kept coming. I blew my nose.

As I drove, my head filled with memories of Emily. The fun we had had in New York, all of us seeing a Broadway play, sightseeing at the Statue of Liberty, running through pigeons in Central Park on a perfect day. She was such a good friend. She didn’t deserve any of this. Lost in memories, I drove on. After about an hour, I came to the Flying J, a truck stop on the way to Los Angeles. I decided to stop, refuel and check on Emily.

I tried to look ahead as I put my foot on the brake and pulled off the freeway. It had to be safe. We had been through so much already. I looked at the gas gauge, it was nearly three-quarters empty. Driving slowly down the side road and turning into the parking lot, everything looked calm. Just one car in the parking lot and the lights on inside. I could see the clerk as I pulled into a parking place; he was moving about normally.

Without a word, I turned the van off and got out. The rest were silent and came with me, with the exception of Paula, who stayed with Emily. We filed in, and I nodded to the clerk as I turned left toward the bathrooms. He nodded back.

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