This next chapter is about what happened to Grant, Nima and Gerry after the plane crash. Hope you enjoy!
Woods: about a mile from the plane crash
Dr. Grant and Gerry had been helping Nima walk through the woods for nearly 30 minutes now and Nima was getting visibly more and more distraught.
"Ah! Ow! Stop, stop. I—I need a minute," she said, Gerry and Grant setting her down on a log. All three of them catch their breath.
"Wha—what the hell were those things?" Gerry asked in between breaths. Grant put his hands on his hips and and sat on the log next to Nima.
"I don't know. But something is definitely wrong here," he said. Gerry was making a bandage from part of his shirt to wrap around his cut.
"I heard on the news," he said, dabbing the blood from his arm. "That there was some kind of new disease. Maybe that's what that was?"
"There were people, EATING other people, Gerry!" Nima said, wincing from the pain in her leg.
"Must be one helluva disease then," Grant said.
"Never mind the cannibalism, what about that thing that knocked us out of the sky?" Nima asked in disbelief.
"Quetzalcoatlus. No other pterosaur would be able to take down a plane that big," Gerry said. Grant stood up in frustration.
"Never mind any of that! Billy is still back there. He could be dead, he could be one of those things for all we know! We need to double back and find him," he said, looking off into the distance. Gerry sighed.
"Alan. As much as I want to find him, we're in no condition to do anything! Nima has a broken leg, I have a gash on my arm, and you most likely have a concussion. Besides, if we run into any more of those things, what are going to do? We have no way to defend ourselves," he said.
"I hate to admit it, but Gerry's right. I'm in no condition to do much of anything, and we're unprepared," Nima said, rubbing her leg. Grant looked at the ground sadly.
"We can't just leave him,"
"We're not going to. But we need a plan. The highway can't be far from here. I say we find a car, a place to lay low, and then look for him. We could all use a bit of rest after what we went through," Gerry said.
Grant hated the thought of resting while Billy was still out there. If we wasn't already dead. But he did admit that he was exhausted. They all were. It would do Billy no good if they went to rescue him while they were injured or unfocused. Grant nodded, agreeing with Harding's plan. The three of them made for the nearest road in an attempt to find a car, or something they could use to get out of the forest. Eventually, after walking a few more miles, the group comes abandoned military truck on the back roads of Georgia leading to Atlanta.
"Hope to God that has gas in it," Gerry said. Gerry and Grant set Nima down in the bed of the truck to inspect it. Gerry grabbed the driver side handle. No luck.
"It's locked," he said, a look of defeat on his face. Nima handed him a wrench from the bed of the truck.
"Try this," she said. Grant gave them a look.
"Maybe we should look for the owner before stealing a truck? Getting arrested for grand theft auto would really put a damper on this day," He said, crossing his arms. Gerry sighed.
"I imagine the police have their hands full. If they aren't all dead by now. They won't care about an abandoned truck," Gerry said, darkly. Grant sighed and nodded, and gestured to the window for Gerry to smash it. Gerry gave a swing and shattered the glass. To everyone's horror, the alarm started going off.
"Dammit! Anyone know how to hotwire?" Gerry asked. Snarls could be heard coming from the woods around them.
"I do! Help me up and I'll get that alarm shut off!" Nima said, over the blaring of the alarm. Gerry and Grant nodded and helped Nima to the driver's side. They noticed several walkers coming out of the woods.
"Oh, mierda! Keep those things off of me! I need a second to get this started!" Nima said, watching the advancing walkers. Grant picked up a stick off the ground and Gerry readied the wrench. As the walkers got closer, Gerry hit a few of them in the stomach, knocking them down, while Grant stabbed one in the chest with his stick. To his surprise, it just kept coming at him. Losing his weapon, the walker jumped on him and repeatedly tried to bite Grant's neck. After finishing off a few of the other walkers, Gerry shoved the one attacking Grant and bashed it in the head until there was nothing left but grey matter and dark blood. He helped Grant to his feet.
"Guess these things only die with a hit to the brain," Gerry said, looking at the walker on the ground. Nima finally got the alarm shut off but there were more walkers coming.
"Nima! We gotta go!" Grant said. Like clockwork, the three of them heard the engine turn over in the truck. Nima scooted to the middle seat.
"Get in! Let's go!" She yelled. Gerry threw the wrench in the truck and climbed into the driver's seat while Alan hopped in the passenger seat. Without another word, the truck sped off onto the Georgia backroads. After driving for a while, the truck started to sputter.
"No, no, no. We're just about out of gas," Gerry said. Grant looked around for a place they could pull up and saw an old auto shop a few hundred feet ahead.
"There. We can hole up there for the night and figure out a plan," he said. Gerry nodded and pulled the truck in to the warehouse's lot. Thankfully, it looked empty. Gerry and Grant once again helped Nima on to her feet as they entered the auto shop. There were a few signs that someone had been here at one point, but other than that, it was empty.
"Good. No sign of any of deadheads here," Gerry said. Nima and Grant chuckled.
"Deadheads? That's what we're calling them?" Nima laughed.
"What else would we call them? They clearly aren't alive and all they want to do is eat," Gerry said.
"Well, at any rate, looks like we're safe for now. I say we rest up here and look for Billy tomorrow," Grant said.
"Works for me. I'm glad to finally be off of this leg," Nima said. Grant smiled at her but looked down sadly.
"We'll find him, Alan. He's a tough kid. I'm sure he made it out of there. Tomorrow, we'll start our search. He's out there. I'm sure of it," Harding said. Grant gave a small smile at him. As the trio settled in for the night Grant couldn't help but wonder, if those pterosaurs were the only things from Lockwood Manor they had to worry about…
End
Hey everyone! Hope you enjoyed this chapter! This sort of sub-story will be overlapping with the main story soon! Until then, stay tuned!
~JPfan