The Hike (Book 1): Survivors by Rogers Quentin

Author:Rogers, Quentin [Rogers, Quentin]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Post-Apocalyptic | Infected
Publisher: QT Fotography & Publishing
Published: 2017-03-27T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

The three survivor’s spent the next few hours visiting and talking about Spearfish, the rest of the Kincaid family, music, old comic books, and several other topics that had nothing to do with the cloud, EMP, or dead bodies. They each had a can of raviolis and genuinely enjoyed each other’s company. Patrick couldn’t help but act somewhat weird around Stuart, but Mackenzie gave enough sideways glances to her dad that Stuart didn’t seem to be uncomfortable. Even though Stuart tried to talk them into staying in the Dungeon for the night on some of the unused cots that were piled high with supplies and storage, Patrick insisted that they stay in the tents up in the backyard.

Stuart rolled out of bed sometime in mid-morning and felt better than he had in months. He used the restroom and somewhat combed his now clean hair before bounding up the stairs to visit with his new-found friends. Mackenzie was laying on her back reading a book with her head poking out of her unzipped tent, and Patrick was sitting in a folding chair reading a paperback where his tent had been the night before. Patrick was wearing a half cowboy / half safari hat that Stuart thought made him look weird.

“Well, you do sure clean up nice,” Mackenzie said as she rolled over onto her elbows as she heard him approach.

“Shut up,” he told her while grinning.

Patrick put his book down in his lap and pointed over to one of the pine trees by Mackenzie’s tent. “What do you think about that one?” he asked Stuart.

A black mountain bike with electric blue splotches here and there along the frame was leaning up against the tree. It was decked out with hard plastic bags near the hubs on each of the rear wheels. It had big knobby tires, several water bottles at different locations, and two sets of leather saddle bags draped across the main part of the frame. Stuart thought that it looked like something out of one of those Mad Max movies.

“It looks pretty tough,” Stuart said walking over to it. “Are you trading up for it?” he asked.

“Nah,” Patrick said as he got up and walked over to join Stuart next to the bike. “That one’s yours!”

Stuart’s great mood fell immediately like a ton of bricks. “Hey – I told you that I wasn’t going with you Mr. Kincaid. I’m staying right here.”

“I know that’s what you said,” Patrick said without letting any defense into his voice. “I also understand why you would want to stay here at the Dungeon. But I’m telling you that others survived. Mak and I know in our heart of hearts that the rest of our family is okay; but even if you can’t believe that, then you must be able to reason that the cloud couldn’t have made it around the world. So if we don’t find anyone in Nebraska, we’ll keep heading east. Somewhere in Missouri, Kentucky, Georgia, Florida, or somewhere out there is a large group of survivors.

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