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foregone conclusion, but how that devastation manifested itself in the surroundings was worth knowing. Their larger group was not likely capable of moving suddenly or quickly until they’d gotten some rest, but a pair of them might be able to move fast enough to avoid...well, whatever might be out there.
    Neil summed up the discussion and ended the debate with a simple, “So, who’s gonna come along with me to look on down the road?”
    Emma eagerly jumped at the chance, and so it was decided that the two of them would venture down the road while others rested and regained their strength.
    The two of them were to travel light, carrying only weapons, ammunition, and whatever else they could easily fit in pockets. With their collective food supplies dwindling, they decided that a single package of sweet, gummy fruit snacks was all the food each of them carried.
    Meghan was present for the discussion and remembered nodding her head along with everyone else, but that certainly didn’t make her like the plan. She was about to say as much when she felt her hand tugged. She looked down and saw a pair of tired but beatific blue eyes looking up at her. Jules smiled, looked at Neil and Emma who were already walking away from their camp, and asked, “Will you read with me?”
    “Read?”
    “Yeah. Danny has some comic books in his pack. They’re mostly icky boy comics, but I don’t mind much.”
    “Do you like reading, Jules?”
    “Yeah. Mommy used to tell me that I was a good reader but that I needed to practice.”
    Smiling for herself as much as for Jules, Meghan said, “Yeah sweetie, I’ll read with you. What comics do we have?”
    Jerry and Claire, while not on the move at present, could ill afford to be idle. They needed to put together the camp, collect firewood, and, of course, be watching for any of the monsters potentially following them from Girdwood. Jerry was especially concerned that amongst the zekes to be coming down the road could be their friend Dr. Caldwell. His death hadn’t been any easier for him than it had been for Neil, Emma, or anyone else for that matter. He’d known the good doctor much longer than anyone else and knew that he was a good man apart from their present circumstances. Jerry dreaded the possibility of having to shoot the man. He hoped that it wouldn’t come to that.
    To his credit, Neil had chosen a good campsite. There was a creek and a bridge that separated them from Girdwood, funneling anything that might be following them through one location. It made keeping vigil much easier. They were camping in the immediate shadow of a high, steep cliff and in front of a small pond—really nothing more than an overzealous drainage pool. They were about a hundred yards from the highway with the pool separating them from the roadway. Between the railroad tracks and the cliff face, the gravelly ground dipped slightly, helping to hide the glow of any fire they decided to make. Overall, it was a good spot to rest, and at the same time, feel somewhat secure. Still, Jerry and Claire wandered a little ways north away from everyone else so that they could have a better view of the bridge and the ground behind them. No point in being complacent.
    The two of them sat amidst and upon a pile of large stones and small boulders that had fallen or been pulled from the cliff behind them. From there, they could better see back up the road from where they had come, were well shielded from the wind and weather still, but were more or less out of sight from the others while they rested. This, of course, afforded the two of them some time alone and the sleeping bags upon which they sat provided an added element of privacy.
    They hadn’t sat quietly for very long before they exchanged their first passionate kiss, which led to another and another. Jerry couldn’t deny the physical response his body had to her delicate but aggressive touch, but his guilt at his pleasure was palpable. It was a more than a little