Getting Home (Early Warning Book 2) by Angus McLean

Author:Angus McLean [McLean, Angus]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-05-14T16:00:00+00:00

Twenty-Seven

Heading south from Papakura, they had three options; go straight down Great South Rd, go via the suburban-then-rural roads of Opaheke to the east, or head west and cut left to go south down the motorway.

Neither of them fancied the motorway, and Gemma reckoned that GSR, even though it was shorter in a straight line, was too exposed. It was a main suburban thoroughfare with a pretty rough area not far away, and she didn’t believe they should expose themselves so much.

Opaheke it was and she led the way, trotting through the suburban area, past a trashed block of shops and down Opaheke Rd, which soon became rural. She slowed up then, noticing that her ribs didn’t hurt so much anymore. In fact, all the running and stress and lack of substantial food was physically changing her. Her clothes felt looser and her body felt tighter.

They walked on the road, keeping an eye out behind them, passing houses and lifestyle blocks without being challenged. Relying on her memory, Gemma took a right and they were soon heading into the village centre of Drury, on Great South Rd near the Drury motorway interchange.

Veering away from the built-up area, Gemma led the way across a sports field and behind an industrial area, walking parallel to GSR. They took cover whenever the odd vehicle passed by but nobody caused them any problems and they were soon at the motorway.

Gemma called a halt by a stand of trees a hundred metres or so from the road, got out a water bottle and took a long drink.

‘What d’you think?’ she said.

Alex looked past her to the motorway, where they could see multiple abandoned vehicles. A concertinaed pile-up of six cars completely blocked the southbound lanes. They couldn’t see anyone around the cars, but Gemma kept a wary eye on them anyway. Now that they were effectively out of the city, home seemed so close. She didn’t want to have gone through all that they had done the last three days, for everything to turn to shit right at the end. If they pushed on and walked through the night, she reckoned they could be home in the morning.

She crouched at her bag and rummaged around. Producing a Bounty bar, she waved it at Alex.

‘Time for a break,’ she said, and eased herself to the ground beside her bag. Her body was stiff and sore and she determined that she better not stay down for too long, or she’d never get up.

‘Isn’t that only for Kit-Kats?’ Alex said. He dug out a chocolate bar of his own, and grinned. ‘Haha, just like that. A Kit-Kat.’

They sat and ate chocolate, drank water, and ate more chocolate. Gemma realised they hadn’t really eaten since breakfast, which seemed like forever ago. So much had happened. They’d nearly been killed by the psychos back in the travel agency and on the roof, they’d nearly killed themselves jumping off the roof, she’d nearly been beaten to death by the guy from the motorbike, they’d nearly been caught up in a riot.

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