Random Survival | Book 4 | A Trip to Normal by Wenck Ray

Author:Wenck, Ray [Wenck, Ray]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Post-Apocalyptic | Dystopian
ISBN: 0123456789098
Publisher: Rebel ePublishers
Published: 2018-12-18T05:00:00+00:00

Thirty-One

“Wait!” Lynn said. “There! Yes,” she shouted with more enthusiasm than intended.

“Where?” Denver said.

“That sign up there on the left.”

“Remember, you were looking through binoculars.”

“Oh yeah, sorry. It's about a mile further.” She looked off into the distance at the two apocalyptic-looking stacks of the old Davis-Bessie nuclear power plant, highlighted against an ominous gray sky. Did that get shut down properly or did they have to worry about a meltdown at some point? She wondered if they were far enough away that they wouldn't be affected if that did happen but decided there was no safe distance.

“Here?” Denver asked, disrupting her thoughts.

“Yeah.” She picked up the radio and tried to reach the lead group. Still no answer. Lynn wanted to slam the radio down. “Slow down, Denver. We're not sure what we might run in to.” She clicked the radio to get the other vehicles’ attention and without waiting for them to check in, said, “Everyone be alert.”

Not wanting to waste any more time after leaving the barricade, Lynn had stayed in the minivan, rather than transfer back to Tara's SUV. Now she wished she had. Tara could offer more insight as to what to look for or how to position the convoy.

The radios squawked. “Tara to Lynn, come in.”

She lifted the radio, depressed the button and spoke. “It's Lynn, Tara.”

“There're tire tracks leading into those trees. Did you see the two trucks parked just off the main road?”

“No, I missed them.”

“They don't look as though they've been there long. It's not an area anyone would stop unless they had a purpose.”

“You thinking it might be the ones the barricade people were talking about?”

“That's my thought. Stop where you are and wait for us. We're gonna check out the tracks.”

“Stop here, Denver.” Lynn turned in her seat and saw Tara's SUV veer off the dirt road and follow the twin tire lines toward the trees. The jeep stopped on the road, the gunner swiveling the gun to cover the SUV.

“What's going on?” Antwan, a young black man in the back seat, asked.

“Tara's investigating something suspicious.”

The car went quiet, adding to the building tension of waiting. Several minutes later, Tara called. “They've been here all right. Signs of a gun fight and a few freshly dead bodies.”

Lynn felt her heart pound harder and try to rise up her esophagus. “Any ...” she cleared her suddenly dry throat, “anyone you recognize?” She held her breath waiting for the word.

“One that looks familiar. Mel says his name's Drew.” She paused. “He's been shot multiple times. We don't recognize any of the others.”

Lynn closed her eyes, picturing Drew. Her heart bounced like an out-of-balance elevator, rising with elation it wasn't Mark, but dropping just as fast at the loss of a family member. Tears welled, her nerves shot, her escalating emotions flew around within her like a bird caught inside a car.

“Lynn?”

“Huh, yeah.” She realized she hadn't pressed the button and tried again. “I'm here.”

“Leave the car there with a driver,” Tara said. “I'm going to have the jeep change positions.

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