Apokalypsis | Book 6 | Apokalypsis 6 Morris, Kate (cheapest way to read ebooks TXT) 📖

the sky clear, and the temperature felt more moderate today, which was a nice reprieve from the last few weeks.

They didn’t have anything in the trailer yet, so they definitely had plenty of room for more supplies. Elijah placed the tools, most of the gardening type, in the bed of the truck and shut the tailgate a little too loudly for her comfort.

“Go!” she heard someone yell just as Dixie gave a soft ‘woof.’ “Go, go!”

It was Roman, and he was running alongside Abraham, both with their guns in front of them and not on their shoulders.

“What the…” Elijah questioned.

“Bloody hell!” she yelled and grabbed his jacket. “Elijah, fire it up!”

Behind Roman were two of those things tearing through the woods. Dixie jumped into the front seat in the middle and began barking.

“Shh! Quiet, Dixie!” she scolded, to which she began whining. Elijah had the truck running, even over-started it, and she rolled down her window and yelled, “Run!”

They broke into the side yard and out of the woods. The crawlers skidded to a stop just inside the heavy tree line. Wren had her rifle at her shoulder and ready to fire in case they came out into the daylight after them. One of the infected came three steps into the yard and then screeched and backed up again. They were so weird, this aversion to daylight problem they had that normal people did not. She hoped the bastards never figured out sunglasses.

Elijah slammed the truck into gear and pulled forward as Roman and Abraham reached it. That move seemed to incense the things in the woods, and they started after them again, heedless this time of the sunshine. Abraham slammed his door last, and they were moving.

“Go, go, go!” she yelled in the quiet of the cab. “They’re still coming.”

“What the hell?” Roman questioned and swiveled to look out the window next to Abraham.

Something slammed into the front of the truck, and she turned to look that way. It was another one that must’ve come from across the street from those woods there. Dixie snarled and barked ferociously. Two more darted out of the woods further down the street and ran toward them, too.

Elijah cursed and hit the gas. The truck jumped in the air as he ran it over.

“Oh, geez!” he said loudly and let off the gas.

“No, man, don’t stop!” Roman dictated. “Go!”

And he did. Elijah sped away, the truck peeling out in the snow, losing traction for a moment before finding grip. The trailer’s weight yanked the truck, causing it to jolt and then lurch forward loudly. Then they were gone, and those things were squealing and screaming eerily in the morning sunshine. She turned in her seat to look out the rear window as they scurried back into the woods like creepy vampires awakened from their coffins. However, a few went into the garage of the mansion they’d just raided. They stood there as if they were normal people for a moment. Their posture was more upright, their body movements and behavior less odd, more in control than usual. Typically, they’d run slightly hunched over and erratically. Now their chests were heaving from exertion, their eyes angry and wild, angry at them. She guessed it was because of the fact that her group just got away. Why? Why would they be so violent towards their fellow man? A virus? A virus had done all this? It sometimes didn’t make any sense at all.

“Man, they came up on us outta nowhere,” Abraham told them.

“Wow, glad you guys are okay,” Elijah said.

“Why’d they come out in the daytime like that?” Roman speculated out loud and finally turned back forward. She didn’t.

“Hungry, maybe,” Elijah guessed.

“More importantly, why’d some go into that house?” Wren asked what was bothering her.

“Shelter,” Roman answered easily enough. “They were getting out of the sun. Basic human survival instincts are still working for them. Shelter is the most important. Food, water, all of the things we still need. They need them, too.”

“If they know to get into a house for shelter or even food, there would be nothing to stop them from doing that at our places.”

“Yeah, other than we’re armed and careful,” Abraham countered.

Wren wasn’t so sure of that. She was beginning to feel that they weren’t far enough away from civilization. Maybe no place was. Leaving the city for this area was supposed to be the safer option. So far, that wasn’t proving right. Perhaps living in the middle of the Mohave Desert was going to be the safest place on earth.

“What are you thinking?” Elijah asked her.

She shook her head, “Nothing. It’s nothing.”

It wasn’t true. Wren was trying to figure out what her backup plan in all of this was going to be. She and Jamie always had more than one backup plan. He would be disappointed in her that she hadn’t already come up with one. Tonight, before she went to sleep, she’d get a notebook like she and Jamie always did and come up with one. Flying by the seat of her pants was not an option, hadn’t been one in years. She was solely responsible for herself now, and it was something that scared the hell out of her.

Chapter Six

Jane

Tristan and Alex dropped her and Stephanie off at the cabin, and she thanked him before going inside. She knew they were anxious to get back out to that bunker from which they’d rescued Bianca, but Jane was glad she didn’t have to go back. She never wanted to see that evil place again. Her father immediately came over to offer a brief hug.

“Breakfast?” he asked.

Jane shook her head, “No, thanks. I ate at Avery’s.”

Stephanie retreated to the basement, which was normal for her. Nobody argued since she wasn’t a particularly pleasant person to be around most days.

Connor was in the kitchen washing dishes, and she offered to help but was turned down.

“Noah?” she asked her father as she put away the leftovers of scrambled eggs and potatoes.

Her dad