Survive the Panic (Nuclear Survival: Southern Grit Book 3) by Harley Tate

Author:Harley Tate [Tate, Harley]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harley Tate
Published: 2018-06-27T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

GRANT

Rose Valley Lane

Smyrna, Georgia

Monday, 9:00 p.m.

The car bottomed out as Grant turned toward his subdivision. With close-to-flat tires and a shot suspension, the Buick was years past its prime. But as long as it fit people and gear and got them on the road, it would have to do. At some point, they could find something better.

He slowed to turn into his neighborhood when two pops made him stop. Were those gunshots? Pulling over to the side of the road, he flashed his lights for Dan to slow.

The other man stopped and backed up his car until it sat parallel to Grant. Dan cranked the window down. “What’s the matter?”

“Gunshots. Two of them, from somewhere inside the neighborhood.”

“Are you sure?”

Grant rubbed his chin. “No. But there would have been more if it had been firecrackers.”

As they sat idling a hundred feet from the turn-in, shouts flitted through the silent houses. Grant strained to listen, but he couldn’t make out the words.

“Something isn’t right. I say we stash the cars and go in on foot. If Greg is up to no good, the last thing we need is him wrecking another vehicle.”

Dan grumbled, but agreed. “We can pull into the warehouse just down the road. The parking lot has some stalled cars in it. These will blend in.”

“Perfect.” Grant waited for Dan to pull out before joining him back on the road. He turned off his headlights and crawled past the entrance to the neighborhood.

He didn’t like what he saw.

A quarter of a mile past the entrance, Grant pulled into the parking lot and eased the car in between a Camry and a Rav-4 and killed the engine. He pocketed the keys and met Dan in the lot. “There’s a truck in the road on Rose Valley with a light bar all lit up. I don’t recognize it.”

“See any people?”

“A ton. All in the road near my house.”

Dan cursed. “We can sneak down Canary and come around to Rose Valley from the back.”

Grant checked both the Shield and his second magazine. “If Greg has done anything to Leah or the others, I’m not giving him a free pass.”

“Neither am I.” Dan shook out his hand, now swollen from punching the kid. “After that fiasco in the car lot, I’m not in much of a nice-guy mood.”

Together, they headed toward the landscaping flanking the entrance to the neighborhood. Grant eased around a clump of bushes and into the front yard of the first house on the street.

Fifteen houses ahead, the truck’s lights lit up the end of Rose Valley. Grant could make out four people standing in the road and a cluster of moving bodies closer to the truck.

“Recognize it?” He motioned at the truck as Dan came up alongside him.

“Nope. You think it’s someone visiting?”

“Not the friendly sort.” Grant eased around the house and into the shadows before crossing another yard. Dan kept close and they reached Canary Avenue without issue. As soon as the lights from the truck faded behind the houses, Grant took off in a jog.

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