Dead America: The First Week Box Set Books 1-7 (Dead America Box Sets Book 2) by Derek Slaton

Author:Derek Slaton [Slaton, Derek]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-05-07T06:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TEN

8:45 AM

Emily took it slow on the city streets. Neither she nor her team were used to driving such big burly vehicles, and they couldn’t afford any accidents. She took in the sight of the Main Avenue bridge as she approached, happy with Mr. Wainwright’s job of getting things prepped for them.

The cars were lined up about thirty yards back, the sheet metal resting against the walls and divider, waiting to be put up. Mr. Wainwright waved her in, stepping back and directing her so that the snowplow just brushed up against the car that blocked the pedestrian walkway.

Three men stood guard with scoped hunting rifles as the plows pulled into position, occasionally peppering a round or two into rogue zombies. The rest of the small army stood waiting to get the sheet metal bolted as soon as they were able.

Emily hopped down from the cab and approached Mr. Wainwright as the last plow shut down.

“Looks like this crazy plan of yours just might pan out,” he said by way of greeting.

She crossed her arms. “Let’s not celebrate yet,” she warned. “Still a lot to get done.”

As Jay got out of his vehicle, blocking an entire side of the bridge, men ran up immediately to begin bolting the sheet metal to the small gaps, filling every hole.

“Man, that thing handles like an anvil in molasses,” Jay declared as he approached the supervising duo. “Big, heavy, and doesn’t want to move where I want it to.”

“Well young man, we aren’t even at nine A.M. yet, so we got plenty of time to pull this off before nightfall,” Mr. Wainwright pointed out.

A sudden hail of gunfire echoed in the distance, from the direction of the one-ninety-four bridge. Emily immediately pulled out her binoculars, running to the far wall overlooking the river.

“What do you see?” Mr. Wainwright demanded as the gunfire picked up its intensity.

“Something’s wrong,” she replied. “They’re firing in both directions.” There was a small huddle of men in the center of the bridge, firing wildly.

Her radio erupted in echoes of the gunfire, and a panicked voice cried, “They’re comin’ at us from everywhere! We need help!”

Emily and Jay immediately darted for the plows, and he jumped into the one she’d parked. She climbed up to the third one that was waiting for position, and threw open the door, startling Randall.

“Move over or get out,” she snapped, and the cowboy immediately leapt over to the passenger seat. She slammed the door shut and popped it into gear, tearing down the road. She lowered the blade, shoving into a line of cars, paving the way for them with a loud screeeeech. Once through, she floored it and picked up the CB radio.

“All right Jay, you’re gonna have to get outside your comfort zone and drive fast,” she instructed. “We gotta get down there.”

“I’m on your tail,” he replied, “let’s do it.”

She led him down the bridge and reached the exit ramp to head south. She threw caution to the wind and skidded around the ramp driving the plow as if she were in a well-tuned race car.

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