Sunfall (Book 3): Impact by Gideon D

Author:Gideon, D. [Gideon, D.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Post-Apocalyptic | Dystopian | Survival
Published: 2019-12-24T16:00:00+00:00

Night had finally fallen, but this time it was anything but quiet.

Thomas’ truck pumped out music. People milled around, some talking by the burn barrel, others sitting on the grass in little clumps here and there. Once the first few had showed up and saw the water contraption, then gone hurrying home to get their own containers, the crowd had steadily grown. There were milk jugs and soda bottles lined up waiting to be filled by the hose’s new outlet at the edge of Cathy’s yard. One woman had brought a little radio flyer wagon with six milk jugs in it.

A strong, warm breeze was blowing through, catching the sparks from the fire and raining them out onto the sidewalk now and then. Dotty and Bill walked among the crowd, chatting people up and thanking them for coming out. There wasn’t any food, but there was plenty of good will and camaraderie.

Preacher sat on the sidewalk across the street, well out of the glow of the fire. From here, he could see both houses, all of the people, and the street in both directions.

He wondered if any of the people here tonight making nice had enjoyed a fresh chicken dinner back at their home. No one had seemed to be paying attention to the backyard, or had made any moves to go back there. But it was possible that one of the people here had been the one to take three of Dotty’s chickens.

They won’t be taking another one.

The latest song ended and Thomas stuck his head into the truck to pause the CD. Preacher wondered how much longer the truck battery would last. It wasn’t like they had the extra fuel to let the truck idle and build that charge back up. He sighed.

Not my truck, not my problem. Worry about what you can control.

Bill made his way to the burn barrel, the stack of census forms in his hand. He held them high and called for everyone to gather around him. As people came near, he handed them each a few of the forms. There was lots of murmuring and shuffling around as they waited for everyone to get close.

A slim figure walked out of the dark and lowered herself to the sidewalk beside him. She pulled her hair from her ponytail and bent her head forward, ruffling the locks free with her hands. When it was all fluffed out she flipped it back, tilted her head back to the sky, and sighed.

“Not joining in?” he asked.

“Nah,” Ripley said. “Too many people. Besides, I’m sore. All that going up and down stairs last night wore me out.”

“At least we got finished.”

She nodded and leaned forward, propping her elbows on her knees. “You think anyone saw us moving the food?”

“Not in the rain.” After Frank and his posse had left, they’d all scrambled to get the stuff in the yards back into the houses. The rest of the day had been spent putting the houses back together. The assholes

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