The Day America Died! New Beginnings: Post Apocalyptic Survival - After the EMP by Newman A J

Author:Newman, A J [Newman, A J]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Newalk LLC
Published: 2016-02-01T05:00:00+00:00

I tried to start the tractor, but it was dead. I checked the engine and saw tray rounds had hit the battery and distributor during the battle. It was down for the count. We grabbed our backpacks and loaded them with all of the food we could carry and followed our rescuers for about a hundred yards to a Jeep.

“Pile in we only have a short drive. You can sit on his lap. It looks like you two are already quite friendly.”

Geena sat on my lap and Sally elbowed me on my wounded side. I groaned, but kept my mouth shut. The fall from the hayloft nearly killed me and I hurt from head to toe.

“I’m Aaron and this is my daughter Davi. We live just down this road. We heard the gunfire and came to see who was fighting. Who are you and what happened?”

We introduced ourselves and told him about the bikers capturing us.

“We are heading south to get back to our families and had covered several hundred miles using the tractor. I found the girls up in Iowa and we have fought and shot several thugs along the way. All of us have been shot and survived. I screwed up and failed at my sentry post. That’s why they were able to sneak up on us.”

“These days, you screw up and you die. We are taking you to our house where my wife is loading up our other vehicle and then we are heading south. We were leaving tomorrow, but this gang will be after us when those men don’t return. That’s a bad bunch. Drugs, slaves and debauchery are their calling card. We’re getting out of here and you can come with us if you want.”

I replied, “We’re heading to western Kentucky. Where are you going?”

“We are heading towards Alabama through Nashville. We hope to link up with friends and head down to Mobile. We want to get away from the north since there is no power to heat our home. I can stand the heat, but freezing in the winter is not my cup of tea.”

“Great, you’ll want to travel the back roads and you have a direct shot at Nashville by cutting across Indiana and crossing the Ohio at Murphy, Indiana or Owensville, Kentucky. My home is actually below Nashville, but I have a farm outside of Owensville.”

“I had already planned my route through Murphy. We can help each other until we part there. We need to count on each other so you can’t get caught with your pants down again.”

His daughter, Davi, snickered while I tried to find words.

“Sir, that won’t happen again.”

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