The Storm by Holly Hook

Author:Holly Hook [Hook, Holly]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Holly Hook
Published: 2017-02-12T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

I woke to the sound of motors.

I turned over on the bed, which was uncomfortable like all other hotel beds I had ever slept in. I was still stiff, but it wasn't as bad now. The sleep was letting my body get the rest it needed. I could use more.

Modern motors.

I hadn't heard one since we had driven the shielded Cat. I had almost forgotten what they sounded like.

They were low motors. I had heard them many, many times before in Colton. Trucks. Maybe even motorcycles. The noise increased outside and I sprung out of bed.

Someone was here. My heart raced and I pulled on my clothes all the way.

Someone might have come out to save us.

I let the hope monster get its grip on me. I hated that now. I ran to the window and parted the curtains just enough for me to peek through.

It was dusk. The horizon was bloody like usual. The moon struggled to shine through the smog above, but for one second, it cleared and cast enough light on the parking lot of the motel for me to see that we were not about to be helped.

Five pickup trucks had pulled up into the parking lot. One had its headlights on and they were all definitely postwar trucks.

In other words, they weren't from around here. Someone had driven from the eastern half of the country, from the area that might have missed the EMP.

Looters.

The thought had crossed my mind a lot of times since we got word from the emergency radio that half the world had dropped dead--that they would eventually come and take whatever was left. I just hadn't expected to see them out here so soon, but here they were and it made the hope monster fly away screaming, leaving me to stand there and unable to move.

Men got out. Some of them were holding baseball bats. One really big guy tapped the bat on the ground as he talked to a man who was a head taller than him and way too skinny as if he had used too many drugs. I counted eight of them. There were eight of us left. We were even in number, but none of us had brought guns with us thanks to the sudden dust storm. One of them left the truck door open. The inside was lit up.

I closed the curtains, praying that none of them had seen me.

They were Davids.

Dangerous.

And our antique was still parked by the overhang.

Muffled shouts came from the men as I backpedaled from the door. Then I got some sense, ran over, and locked it. Some good that would do if they wanted to break it down. There weren't any spare keys in the lobby, were there? There wasn't anyone left in the lobby, right?

I didn't know and that was the most terrifying part. Tony was strong but not strong enough to deal with eight sadistic guys who would kill us or worse when they found us. I thought about the things they would do if they found Alana or Gina or me or any of the other girls.

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