Bitter Cold Apocalypse 2 (A Post-Apocalyptic Survival Thriller) by T.W. Connor

Author:T.W. Connor [Connor, T.W.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-04-17T22:00:00+00:00

19

We had the townspeople gathered together on the other side of the river within ten minutes of my group getting there, and in fifteen more we were within the embrace of the forest on that side, every last one of us under cover of the spreading branches. True, those branches were mostly free of foliage now, but that didn’t negate the fact that we were literally in amongst the trees, our figures and movement hidden by the close-set trunks. The woods were very dense, here, and though it would make traveling trickier, it would also provide us much better cover from prying eyes.

Eyes like those of Randall and his men.

Marlon and I were standing at the back of the group, our eyes on where we could now see the town, looking for that very man. And so far, I didn’t see any movement within the buildings. I definitely didn’t see any lookouts or guards outside of the town.

“What the hell are they doing in there, sleeping?” I asked quietly.

“Could be,” Marlon said slowly, frowning. “Though it doesn’t seem like Randall to fall asleep on the job, so to speak. He knows we have his weapons. He knows we’re moving. And I just don’t see him letting us go easily.”

I frowned as well. I didn’t know Randall as well as Marlon did, obviously, and definitely not as well as Bob and the rest of the town did, but I had to agree with Marlon. We were talking about a man who had literally followed us ten miles through the forest, trying to kidnap my wife—or kill us for having taken her from him. I still hadn’t figured out which he’d actually been trying to accomplish, by the end.

Either way, he didn’t seem like the sort of man who just let things go. Particularly when he’d evidently been dreaming of them for months.

“Is it a trap?” I asked, my mind running through the possibilities. “They must know that we can’t survive in the wilds. Not at this time of year. They have to realize that we’ve got to get the people to some sort of shelter, before they freeze to death or starve—or both. And the most likely shelter is town itself. Do you suppose they’re trying to…act like they’ve gone, in the hope that we’ll come back? So they can just take us all out right there, where it all started?”

Marlon was quiet for a long moment, thinking about it, and I was already poking holes in my own statement by the time he spoke again. “Randall knows me well enough to know that I would never take them back there without an assurance that he was gone. And I don’t think he knows you well, but I do think he’s probably built up a healthy respect for your…capabilities in the past few days.”

This statement was accompanied by what I thought was probably a wry smile, and I smiled to myself as well.

“If he hasn’t, he’s a fool,” I answered quietly. “And honestly, I don’t care what he’s doing in there.

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