Very, very short! Halloween is one of my busiest nights, and with the storms coming in I'm going to be super busy the next two nights. I needed to put something up tonight though. I plan to finish this out this weekend, so if anyone is still reading it, no worries! Enjoy!
Maura bounced against her as the truck wove a path along the highway. Jane wrapped an arm tighter around her waist and pulled her closer. Three trucks, four people per truck were all they could spare to send out to the other outpost, but they were armed to the teeth. They now had proof that not only were zombies their enemy, but the roving band of raiders were out there waiting. Every person carried a sidearm, rifle, and knife, along with whatever hand weapon they were best at using.
They were coming up on the spot where Jane had been ambushed and the trucks slowed. Reluctantly, she let go of Maura and the woman sat forward so they could stand. Stopping next to the now twisted cars, the doctor's hand slipped into hers squeezing tightly. Frankie and a few others made their way up next to their truck, taking in the scene. "Jesus, Jane. How the hell..."
"Not now, Frankie." She pointed to the intersection. "I think they started shooting from there. At least two were on foot." Motioning toward the alley she'd run down, she continued, "I got chased through there. They slacked off after I made it to the next street."
Her brother nodded motioning to the men with him. "We'll go check it out. Keep a look out we can't stay long."
Maura let her hand go long enough to turn to watch behind them, linking her arm back through Jane's. "It was close Jane."
Leaning down she left a kiss on the doctor's cheek. "I know. It's always close now a days."
"Unfortunately."
"Their outpost has to be close. I think he either walked or ran here. I didn't hear a car."
Maura nodded, then cocked her head. "We've got company." She jerked her chin behind them.
Three were stumbling through the car wreckage. Turned to call out a warning she saw Frankie and his crew already running for their trucks. They both settled back in the truck bed, and Jane spoke to the driver through the back window. "Keep going northwest. Keep an eye out for anything. Smoke, beacons, survivors."
Nodding the man threw the truck in gear and eased forward.