The Stones of Angkor by Sam Sisavath

Author:Sam Sisavath [Sisavath, Sam]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: BluA
Publisher: Road to Babylon Media
Published: 2014-04-11T23:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 19

WILL

It was easy to track the Humvees—at least for a while. All he had to do was ride the Triumph Bonneville through the clearing they had carved out of the highway traffic. He picked up the trail along I-10 before taking the ramp at the Marabond Throughway onto I-49 and continuing north.

As soon as he left the city and its stalled traffic behind, things got more iffy. There were signs here and there that the Humvees had come through, mostly the occasional vehicles pushed to the sides, their doors bearing the aggressive markings of contact with the Humvees’ makeshift V-shaped steel plows. After a while, traffic thinned out so much that he went for whole kilometers without seeing a single confirmation he was on the right path. His only hope was that Kellerson’s destination was still far off, which would allow him to pick up the trail farther up the highway.

Without traffic, he made good time, reaching the small city of Harvest within an hour of leaving Lafayette behind. The I-49 had gone flat to the ground a few kilometers back, and he was able to scan the sides of the highway for a gas station when the Triumph’s fuel gauge dipped dangerously close to ‘E.’

Harvest, Louisiana, was a city of about 5,000 people, and was oddly spread out almost entirely on the left side of the highway. There was a Holiday Inn near the feeder road, and across the street a sprawling Walmart with a parking lot teeming with vehicles.

And there, a Shell gas station two streets up from the Walmart.

Will slowed down, then turned off the I-45, rode across a small strip of grass down to a frontage road, before turning right into the Shell. There were already two vehicles waiting in line—a red Chevy station wagon and a white Mazda with red trimmings, both occupying separate gas pumps. He wasn’t going to get the pumps working, not without electricity, so he eased the bike alongside the Chevy and parked, removing the motorcycle helmet and hanging it on one of the handlebars.

He pulled out a clear siphoning hose from his pack. Nate had placed a box full of them in the back of the Caravan. The kid was well-prepared, which was more than Will could say for a lot of survivors he had met along the road. That included Mike, unfortunately.

Will took a moment to look at his surroundings before getting to work pulling the fuel pump nozzle out of the station wagon’s gas tank. Leaning down, he took a whiff. Not much. Gas in car tanks could sometimes last up to a year, so he was hopeful to find something to refuel the Triumph with. He moved on to the Mazda and did the same thing and got better results this time. He moved the Triumph over, then dipped the hose as far down into the Mazda’s tank as it would go. He sucked on his end until he saw gas flowing, then slipped the clear plastic hose into the Triumph’s open gas tank.

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