Dead America The Second Week (Book 6): Dead America: The Nevada Caravan by Slaton Derek

Author:Slaton, Derek [Slaton, Derek]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Zombie Apocalypse
Published: 2019-11-09T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER NINE

The group gawked at the setup as they headed to the middle of the lot. There were trenches dug all around the lone trailer in the center, filled with barbed wire and wooden stakes boasting death to whatever stumbled in.

“Now, y’all mind your step,” Charlie cautioned. “You don’t want to be gettin’ caught up in any of that.”

Ortega raised an eyebrow. “Preparing for the worst, huh?”

“Yes sir,” the old man replied firmly. “My perimeter isn’t as strong as I would like, so if any of them ever got through I wanted to make sure I’d have a fightin’ chance.” He led them across the trenches and around to the front of his double-wide, where he had quite the setup with an outdoor bar and grill area.

“Damn, man, I’m impressed,” Ruben breathed as he patted the wooden counter.

Charlie grinned. “Oh, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet, old friend,” he said, and headed over to the grill. Next to it there was a large outdoor recliner, and he shoved it out of the way to reveal a steel door with a digital keypad. He knelt down and punched in a few numbers, allowing the door to slide open. “Come on in,” he said, stepping down the flight of stairs beneath.

“Well goddamn,” Ruben breathed as they got to the bottom and entered a twenty by twenty room. “How the hell did you afford all this?” He gaped at the floor to ceiling shelves full of food and goods.

“Remember about a decade ago when you were givin’ me hell about cryptocurrencies?” Charlie turned and stuck his thumbs innocently into the belt loops on his cutoff jeans, puffing out his chest. “How you said I was throwing my money away? Well, I hate to say I told you so… but I told you so.” He walked over to the large refrigerator in the corner and opened it up, pulling out a six pack.

He started handing them out, the group all gawking around at the room as they absently took a can.

Ryan, however, furrowed his brow and shook his head. “I’m only seventeen, sir,” he said politely.

“Did you go to high school around here?” Charlie raised a white eyebrow.

The young man nodded. “Yes, sir.”

“Well, then sorry it’s not somethin’ a bit more potent,” the old man replied. “I knew some of the people whose liquor cabinets y’all raided for your parties.”

Ryan blushed and took the beer, cracking open the can without another word.

“All right, y’all come on up and make yourselves at home,” Charlie said. “Let’s see how I can help you out.” He ushered them all up from the basement and they got comfortable on all of the patio chairs adorning his large deck. He cracked open his own can and reclined in his chair, putting his feet up. “Okay. Lay it on me.”

Ortega leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “We have a transport truck that’s stuck downtown,” he began. “It’s full of things to help the survivors here become self-sufficient so that we can all ride out the apocalypse.

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