wasn’t as thick. Here in Charlotte, there were just too many people around. Those people had the chance to become zombies. That meant that the greater metro area could end up, worse-case-scenario, with a million zombies running around. I didn’t much like those odds. I’d rather zip out to the country somewhere where I could fight off far fewer of these things.
So that’s where I headed. To the store on the far edge of town to just get a few things to tide Mojo and me over for a short while. And then to the camping goods store to stock up on supplies for more of a long-term camp. I’d get out of town, and then I could really think for a while on where a good place to set up camp would be.
Sirens were still screaming by me as I zipped down the road. And now we were starting to encounter the problems that I’d envisioned when I decided to get the bike to begin with. A huge traffic jam. The ambulances were honking their horns, the police cars’ sirens wailed. I saw a few families that looked like they had half their possessions in the back of their car. And they were all totally stuck in traffic.
I heard a scream behind me…somehow it rose above the cacophony of the racket. I turned to see zombies beating on the glass of a car about twenty yards back. And here Mojo and I were sitting out in the open.
This is where a bike comes in handy. Ignoring the honking horns and some rude words coming at me from open windows, I carefully maneuvered between them all, until I got to the point where I absolutely couldn’t move forward anymore because of an accident that stretched across the road.
I took a deep breath, decided that the cops were all totally stuck in traffic anyway, and moved onto the sidewalk and drove there until I could get through all of the trapped cars and emergency vehicles.
As we finally really started moving, I could feel Mojo start to relax. He almost seemed to be enjoying the ride. I was glad that he didn’t have the big picture of what might be facing us. He hadn’t turned to see what was going on behind us, either. And maybe I needed to take a cue from him.
So that’s how we made it out of there. Driving on the road, driving on the sidewalk, sometimes going off-road. Until we made it to the edge of town where there was a last-stop grocery store. It was the kind of place that was a little off the beaten path. The kind of place that was also out of touch, maybe. It didn’t have a television or a radio, probably. Which was a good thing. It meant that I had half a chance of getting in there.
“Mojo, stay,” I said softly.
His amber eyes pleaded with me to take him in.
“I’ll be right back,” I said. And then I hurried in so that I wouldn’t have lied to him, crazy as that sounds.
The proprietor was anything but on high alert. He was lazily eating a sandwich. I quickly grabbed a few water bottles, some ground beef for Mojo, and some of those ready-made deli sandwiches for myself. Not much room in the backpack and I didn’t need to take up all the space before I got to the sporting goods store.
I paid in credit. Because, the way things were going, nobody was going to make good on their credit card payments in the near future.
I hurried outside and stopped short at the door. Mojo’s fur was up again and he was growling from the bike. He turned his head and gave me a meaningful look. I quickly glanced around. “What is it, buddy?” I murmured. I didn’t see any of the creatures lurching around. But I quickly swung the backpack on my back and hopped on the bike, arms tight around the German shepherd as I started the engine. I believed Mojo. If he thought something was out there, something was out there. I wasn’t going to be stupid. The dog had a huge nose and huge ears, after all.
As we were speeding out, I saw a zombie staggering up a hill toward the store and gave Mojo a quick rub.
Chapter Seven
Mallory
I figured I should use GPS to try to get to my friend’s place in the
So that’s where I headed. To the store on the far edge of town to just get a few things to tide Mojo and me over for a short while. And then to the camping goods store to stock up on supplies for more of a long-term camp. I’d get out of town, and then I could really think for a while on where a good place to set up camp would be.
Sirens were still screaming by me as I zipped down the road. And now we were starting to encounter the problems that I’d envisioned when I decided to get the bike to begin with. A huge traffic jam. The ambulances were honking their horns, the police cars’ sirens wailed. I saw a few families that looked like they had half their possessions in the back of their car. And they were all totally stuck in traffic.
I heard a scream behind me…somehow it rose above the cacophony of the racket. I turned to see zombies beating on the glass of a car about twenty yards back. And here Mojo and I were sitting out in the open.
This is where a bike comes in handy. Ignoring the honking horns and some rude words coming at me from open windows, I carefully maneuvered between them all, until I got to the point where I absolutely couldn’t move forward anymore because of an accident that stretched across the road.
I took a deep breath, decided that the cops were all totally stuck in traffic anyway, and moved onto the sidewalk and drove there until I could get through all of the trapped cars and emergency vehicles.
As we finally really started moving, I could feel Mojo start to relax. He almost seemed to be enjoying the ride. I was glad that he didn’t have the big picture of what might be facing us. He hadn’t turned to see what was going on behind us, either. And maybe I needed to take a cue from him.
So that’s how we made it out of there. Driving on the road, driving on the sidewalk, sometimes going off-road. Until we made it to the edge of town where there was a last-stop grocery store. It was the kind of place that was a little off the beaten path. The kind of place that was also out of touch, maybe. It didn’t have a television or a radio, probably. Which was a good thing. It meant that I had half a chance of getting in there.
“Mojo, stay,” I said softly.
His amber eyes pleaded with me to take him in.
“I’ll be right back,” I said. And then I hurried in so that I wouldn’t have lied to him, crazy as that sounds.
The proprietor was anything but on high alert. He was lazily eating a sandwich. I quickly grabbed a few water bottles, some ground beef for Mojo, and some of those ready-made deli sandwiches for myself. Not much room in the backpack and I didn’t need to take up all the space before I got to the sporting goods store.
I paid in credit. Because, the way things were going, nobody was going to make good on their credit card payments in the near future.
I hurried outside and stopped short at the door. Mojo’s fur was up again and he was growling from the bike. He turned his head and gave me a meaningful look. I quickly glanced around. “What is it, buddy?” I murmured. I didn’t see any of the creatures lurching around. But I quickly swung the backpack on my back and hopped on the bike, arms tight around the German shepherd as I started the engine. I believed Mojo. If he thought something was out there, something was out there. I wasn’t going to be stupid. The dog had a huge nose and huge ears, after all.
As we were speeding out, I saw a zombie staggering up a hill toward the store and gave Mojo a quick rub.
Chapter Seven
Mallory
I figured I should use GPS to try to get to my friend’s place in the
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