Find the Cost of Freedom.

Find the cost of freedom, buried in the ground

Mother earth will swallow you, lay your body down
Find the cost of freedom, buried in the ground
Mother earth will swallow you, lay your body down
(Find the cost of freedom buried in the ground)

- Crosby, Still, Nash & Young.

Jax's Journal

"June ?

Dear Abel and Thomas,

I use to think I was fighting a war before the sickness swallowed the Earth. I would fight for my brothers who stood by my side in any conflict from selling guns or trying to get out of selling guns. Living life as a outlaw and knowing how much I tried to get out. I was drowning deeper into a bottomless pit. I would have been killed from a rival gang or the cops. I did my killing and order others to kill—for my brothers at SAMCRO= Your mom died trying to get us all out. I lost people I loved, people I trusted who didn't deserve it. All your mom wanted to do was to keep you out of the club and for you to grow up normal.

After I turned myself in and serving time for my crimes. Things started to happen, bizarre things. First, the guards would thin out and no one to replace them. There was talking about people getting sick and dying. They would come back to life and start eating people. I was thinking that was all bullshit. We weren't getting yard time, not getting out to do our jobs,, no showers and then no chow time. We would get our meals delivered to us. Not enough guards to keep us in control.

A few weeks later, one of the inmates over on Cell block D got sick. Then a whole bunch of fucking people came in with those HAZMAT suits on. The sectioned off Cell Block D. We heard rumors of people dying and getting burned. I guess to keep the disease in control. The HAZMAT suits came to our block with pills to keep the disease from getting to us. They feed us and we got showers but, we still was stuck in our cells.

After a few weeks, they would sectioned off more of the Prison. More people died and now you can smell the bodies burning. It seems that they just stopped caring and some of the doctors quit wearing their HAZMAT suits around us and stopped giving us the pills. Now they started taking vitals and giving us just one meal a day. No more showers and now we started hearing fucking gunshots.

By the last week I was there in that cell. They just started killing inmates, point blank in their cells. I have to say I was one of the lucky ones and their was on 5 other lucky ones. We were moved from the Prison. We got to go outside after months of being isolated in our cells. We saw bodies burned in piles, bodies in body bags and some wrapped in sheets. For the first time since this started I was fucking scared. I thought of you boys and my brothers-shit-. I had to get out of this and I had to get home to find you and my brothers-our family.

Then the bus suddenly stop and I heard the driver cuss to himself. I looked out the window and saw at least 50 people walking towards the bus, not moving aside for the bus to go though. They acted like they had rabies or something. I looked closer at those so-called people and I felt sick. Some had their eyes hanging out, some with their guts hanging out of their stomach. They were dead...I felt sick..I heard of it. SHIT- It was all real..the dead started walking.

The driver got out of his seat and grabbed a gun. He told the other guard—to get one ready. He would go when they were clear. The guard came to the five of us, with the gun. He looked at me and the 2 guys behind me. Then we went to the guy in front of me and unlocked his feet. The guard gave him the gun. He took him to the back of the bus. He told him to run like hell and aim for the head of the dead folks outside. The guard opens the emergency door in the back and pushed the dude off the bus. He slammed the door shut and yelled for the driver go.

The driver and the guard looked but, only half of the Dead went after the bait. The looked at the remaining four of us. I hardened my look and looked right back at them. If they were going to use me for bait, they were coming with me. I looked at the others and I knew this plan was out right stupid. It was too many of them so the best chance of living. It's to fucking run..."


The dense forest echoed with the sounds of engines from the on coming Harleys. The highways were clear of Highway Cemeteries for about 25 miles or so. There are 5 bikes and one a truck that traveled like a caravan across the states. Juice and Happy scouted up ahead for the Highway Cemeteries. Followed by Jones with Jax's young sons, Thomas and Abel, in the truck of the week. Then followed by Jax, Tig, Bobby, and Chibs on their bikes holding up the back.

When we hit the Georgia border one can feel the lingering heat filled the air. The bikers keep on Highway 20. Near the bigger cities the Highway Cemeteries were larger. The one outside Atlanta was one of the largest. Looked like over 1,000 cars and we turned around. There was more leaving then coming. Most of the highway was crowded with cars. It was decided to take the back roads, less cars and if there was a stranded car, it was few blocking the road. They needed to camp for the night.

Jax, Happy, and Jones stood over a map of Georgia on the hood of Jones' truck. They started to discuss alternate routes to avoid high traffic areas. The more the road was isolated, the less traffic it had.

Happy smack his neck, killing a mosquito, who has been feasting on him for a while, "I thought Georgia cooled off some months. It's friggin' September, for christsakes. Damn mosquitoes too!"

"I think this road will be the best. It rides along these railroad tracks. I think that would be the way to go." Jax suggested.

"Sounds good", Happy agreed.

Both men looked at the woman next to them. "What 'bout you, Jones?" Happy asked.

"Sounds like a plan...I am good on gas and the boys are well rested. We're ready to go." she looked at Jax.

"I'll let the others know what we are doing." Jax went back to the others.

Happy and Jones stayed back, still talking.

"How are you doing, Jones?" Happy looked into her eyes and taking her hand and holding it,

She smiled, "I am fine, Happy." she squeezed his hand in reassurance, followed by a quick kiss on his cheek.

Meanwhile, only a few feet away from them, they were being watched...


NOTE:

I need a beta reader and some help with my grammar. Feel free to correct me.