Move On: a post apocalyptic survival thriller (180 Days and Counting... Series) by B.R. Paulson

Author:B.R. Paulson [Paulson, B.R.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Captiva Publishing, LLC
Published: 2018-04-19T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 14

Margie

Clenching and unclenching her fingers on the steering wheel, Margie tried to control her breathing. She glanced at Ryker with his pale face and his own knuckles white as he clenched the armrest. “You okay?”

He half-nodded and then shook his head violently. “I need to throw up.”

Margie stopped in the middle of the highway, waiting with her foot on the brake as he opened his door and threw up on the pavement. After a moment he shakily withdrew back inside the van and closed his door. He closed his eyes and nodded as he leaned his head back on the seat. “Yeah, I’m good.”

Margie grinned as she shifted her foot from the brake to the gas. Glancing down at the gas gauge, she chewed on her lower lip. They were low. Lower than low and if they didn’t figure out a plan soon, they were going to stop in the middle of the highway, permanently.

“We’re running out of gas, aren’t we?” Ryker spoke matter-of-factly as if the information was expected in a long list of news he’d been waiting for. He studied her like she might lie, but he didn’t think she’d do it convincingly.

Margie nodded slowly. “Yes. Do you have any ideas?” They were down to the line and there were no ifs, ands, or buts about it. They were going to run out of gas. It really was just a matter of when and that point was a lot closer than either of them was comfortable with.

“What do we do with the van? Do we have to drive?” Ryker looked at Margie as the van spluttered.

She closed her eyes, pressing down hard on the gas pedal and hoping against hope that… nope, the engine died and the lights faded. Margie shifted into neutral and let the van coast to the side of the road.

Leaning her forehead onto the upper curve of the steering wheel, she took a deep breath. “You were saying?” She laughed, looking at Ryker in the dim glow of the dashboard lights. At least the battery still ran. Not for long, but at least for the small amount of time they needed it.

Ryker chuckled, shaking his head. “Okay, we have no weapons, no nothing. What if we gather what we need or have to have and just walk there? Would that be so bad? Is it too far for that?” Although what was too far in the whole scheme of things? They were both able-bodied. Transportation was a luxury anymore, something the empty gas tank had just proven.

Margie stared shifted her gaze out the windshield, considering what he said.

Why not? Why couldn’t she walk the rest of the way? She was prepared to walk clear over in Easton and she hadn’t had to. What about then when they needed to? The drive to Cady’s from where the car had stopped was about thirty minutes. About twenty-two miles. If they hiked it, they would be in danger, but less likely to be targets without headlights. There were pros and cons, and Margie wasn’t rested enough to think of them all.

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