Darkness Begins: A Post-Apocalyptic Survival Thriller (After the EMP Book 1) by Harley Tate

Author:Harley Tate [Tate, Harley]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harley Tate Books
Published: 2017-04-03T06:00:00+00:00

“Wow, that’s a lot.” Wanda stared out the window at the sign. “I wonder why it’s so expensive today.”

Tracy didn’t say a word. The longer they sat in line, the more it reminded her of the highway. If someone tried to break into her vehicle, what would she do? She didn’t have a weapon.

At least this time she didn’t have anything to steal in the back.

They inched forward, a car at a time, until only three cars separated them from the pumps. It had taken almost an hour.

Wanda fidgeted, checking her hair in the mirror, rifling through her purse, popping a mint in her mouth. Tracy’s stomach rumbled. She should have eaten more before they left, but she’d wanted to be done and back home by now. Every minute she stayed away from home and the supplies made her nervous.

A commotion up front caught her attention. A man stood beside his convertible, arm waving a credit card in the gas station employee’s face. Tracy cracked her window to hear.

“I don’t care that you want cash only. I don’t have any and I need gas. I’m running on damn fumes. You’re the only gas station open for forty miles!”

The employee, a middle-aged man with a beer belly and a stoic expression, crossed his arms. “The credit card machines don’t work. It’s cash or nothing.”

Mr. Convertible didn’t appreciate the response. He slammed the door to his car and stomped up to the employee before jabbing the credit card forward. He poked the employee right in the center of his button-down work shirt.

The man didn’t even flinch.

Tracy tightened her grip on the steering wheel.

“What on earth is the holdup?”

“The customer doesn’t have any cash.”

“Then he should pay with a credit card.”

“The machines are down. The gas station won’t take them.”

Wanda let out a pfft. “That’s nonsense. They’ve got power. The machines probably work just fine. He’s just being a jerk.”

Tracy kept her mouth shut. She didn’t need to argue with Wanda; she needed to keep an eye on the scene playing out in front of them.

A vehicle behind Mr. Convertible, one of those enormous battering-ram luxury SUVs, eased forward, horn blaring. The man trying to get gas flipped the driver the bird and kept arguing.

“Just take my damn card and give me some gas!”

The employee stood there, unmoving. A tremor of fear skittered down Tracy’s spine.

The woman in the monster SUV rolled down the window and stuck her head out. “Get out of the way, you asshole! We’re late for school!”

Oh, no.

“What did you just call me?” The man spun around before taking a step toward the woman.

“Are you going to move or what?”

“I’m not moving until this son of a bitch lets me buy some gas.”

Wanda looked over at Tracy. “Do you think we should offer to help? We could pay for his gas.”

Tracy frowned. “With the price so high, I don’t even think I have enough cash to fill up the tank. Do you have any? Maybe together we could—”

Wanda shook her head, cutting Tracy off before she could finish.

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