The Year Without Summer: A Post-Apocalyptic Survival Thriller by Hunt Jack

Author:Hunt, Jack [Hunt, Jack]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Tags: Post-Apocalyptic
Publisher: Direct Response Publishing
Published: 2018-10-09T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

The roar of an engine woke Billy from his slumber. Billy glanced at his watch; it was a little after seven. A bright morning sun filtered through the canopy of trees breathing life to the forest floor. The chirping of birds was a welcome sound after a jumpy night. Every time he heard a sound he would check to see if it was a bear or rangers. He pawed at his weary eyes as the world around him came back into view. The temperature had dropped that night, making it even harder to sleep, and with little to keep him warm except a pit fire, the constant threat of being caught, and an uncomfortable backpack as a cushion, he was lucky to have got five hours’ sleep.

He regretted leaving some of their belongings in the tents back at the lake.

Panic set in at the thought of rangers moving in on him, but those fears soon disappeared when Wyatt came into view, tearing up the slope. He sat up and pressed his back against a tree and watched as he rolled into the camp, and shut off the engine. Wyatt flipped up his goggles and looked at him. Neither of them said anything. Wyatt removed his helmet and leaned on his handlebars. “You sleep against that tree all night?”

“Most of it.”

Wyatt hauled off his backpack and tossed it over to him. As it hit the ground, several cans of beans, and peaches rolled out.

“Thought you might be hungry.”

Billy snagged up one of the cans and looked at it before glancing at him. “You came back. Why?”

Wyatt sniffed hard and surveyed the area. “I got thinking about what you said last night. I drove for hours, and eventually made it over to West Yellowstone. I could have kept on going and headed home but…” he trailed off. “What kind of friend would I be if I did that?”

Billy’s face curved into a smile, as Wyatt dismounted his bike.

“Anyway, I stopped at Madison Campground on the way back and stole a few cans from an RV. Let me tell you, Billy, there is a strong law enforcement presence on the main roads. They’re stopping vehicles and handing out flyers. Someone threw one out of their window and I scooped it up. Take a look.” He reached into his jacket and pulled out a piece of folded yellow paper and handed it to Billy. Billy opened it to find information on himself. There was no photo but they had his description down to a tee.

“There’s a change of clothes in the backpack. I stole those too. Thought you might need them.”

Wyatt then scooped up some dry branches and tossed them on the fire to bring it back to life. It had died down overnight and was barely alight. Nothing more than golden embers flickered. Getting down on his hands and knees, Wyatt blew into the fire, smoke circled up and the dying embers came to life. He coughed a few times before backing away.

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