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  Carefully and silently he crept to the corner of the truck, and peered back the way they had come the night before. Nothing moved. No one followed. Sighing to himself, Jack turned back to the pair of faces that watched him for any sign of danger. It was odd how he had taken on this role. They depended on him. They expected him to know what to do, where to go, and in all honesty, Sam was likely more educated about half of this stuff than he was. She was the good student. She could read things once and recite them years later. But it wasn’t her job to protect them or lead them. It was his. Dad had given it to him.

  Reaching up to run his fingers through his too long hair, Jack pulled his hood over his head. The morning was both cool and damp and smelled oddly like worms. It was a day they would usually stay indoors, all gray and miserable, but they didn’t have the luxury now. Their supplies were dangerously low again. They needed to find a place that could sustain them for a while and for right now that place was Grandma’s house. They needed to move. Jack felt like something was coming and he didn’t want to be here when it came.

  Waving both Sam and Will to him, he watched as they gathered their packs and swung their legs over the edge of the truck’s box just as he had done. Reaching up, he grabbed Sam by the waist and helped her to the ground before snatching Will up just under his arms. Twirling once, with his little brother smiling in his arms, he placed him on the ground beside their sister and looked them both in the eyes.

  “We have to keep moving today. We don’t know if the rider is still looking for us or if I threw him off for good. We need food and water, badly. If we hurry I think we can make it to Grandma’s by tonight. Think you can do it, champ?” Jack asked Will.

  With another smile and a nod he had his answer, and turning he led them back into the grass and away from the truck. It was only a few hundred yards when Sam smacked him in the back of the head, grinning like a fool at him with her dark eye shadow and lipstick.

  “What was that for?”

  “Cause you’re an idiot. Well, actually we both are.”

  “What do you mean?” Jack asked, reaching up to shove her away by her shoulder.

  “It rained last night, genius. We need water, even have bottles, but didn’t think about collecting rain water?”

  He was an idiot. All around them were heaps of abandoned cars that were warped or burned and on their surfaces, at least some of them, were areas where the water was pooling. Sure it was murky and stained dark by ash residue, but it was fresh water. Better than nothing. Within an hour, all of their empty bottles were refilled with almost clean water. For Jack, at least on the water situation, things were looking up.

  * * * * *

  It was midday when Sam thought she had heard the sounds of hooves carried upon the breeze that gusted from time to time, threatening another storm. The day had grown steadily colder, the wind picking up and changing direction over the hours. Now it blew steadily from the north, carrying the smell of ash and decay. Though they had been careful all day to keep moving swiftly and dodge any areas where they might leave tracks upon the ground, she doubted the rider would give up looking for them, though she didn’t know why.

  Hearing the sound upon the wind the first time, she swore to herself that she had been mistaken, but even so she focused on listening more intently in case it came again. And it did. This time, more distinct than the last, she heard the falls of the horse’s hooves upon the road, and looking to Jack she knew it had not been her imagination. There, etched upon his face that looked at her for the same reason, was a mix of shock and fear that she knew mimicked her own features. The sound came again and Will looked up at them. They had all heard it now. There was no mistaking it. The rider was coming.

  Looking all about them for any sign of the rider, they began picking up pace and grabbing Jack’s arm she pointed off to their left, to the trees beside the interstate. He nodded and led them off course, aiming for the forest beyond. Grandma lived in these woods, though miles and miles away. She wondered how long they would have to hide in the woods, though she didn’t wonder long.

  Sam led Will alongside Jack and over the two lanes of interstate from the median. Within seconds they plunged down the hillside and into the trees beyond. Under the canopy of the forest felt like a different world altogether. Leaving behind the ash and destruction was a nice change, considering that someone was searching for them with ill intentions. Here and there ferns gathered amongst the great trunks of old trees. Every time the wind gusted, droplets of water fell from the branches above to rain down on them and Sam discovered a problem they hadn’t anticipated before. Here, like the paved roads covered in slimy ash residue in and around the city, was a surface that marked their passing with ease. Every step they took disrupted the fallen layer of leaves upon the ground and in several locations the ground was so moist they left tracks as they passed. If the rider found their trail, they would be easier to follow now that they had left the hard packed, manmade surfaces.

  There was less light in the forest, much of it blocked out by the canopy of trees above, but even so, one didn’t need much light to follow an obvious trail. Sam could only hope that the rider missed their trail and continued on down the interstate in search of them. Or even better, she hoped the rain would come and wash all evidence of their passing away. But her hopes were quickly dashed when a horse neighed in the distance behind them. He was gaining on them.

  “Run,” Jack said with a determined look on his face.

  Sam didn’t hesitate. Making sure Will understood with a look, she began to pick up her speed, letting him set a pace for her that his smaller legs were comfortable with. On they ran. Again. Oh how she despised running. Sure it was great for her booty and abs, not to mention the definition in her legs, but really? Couldn’t they just catch a break?

  For an hour they continued moving as fast as Will could go, hearing their pursuer from time to time as a storm settled in above them. Though they needed to keep going, Sam watched as Jack slid to a stop just a few dozen yards ahead, holding out his hands in warning as she guided Will to slow also. There, in the ground at Jack’s feet, was a small chasm in the ground about the size of her old bed, back home, where she wished she would just wake up this very instant. But she knew that wasn’t going to happen. Sadly, this wasn’t just a dream.

  “Why don’t we just go around it, Jack?” Sam asked, both out of breath and aggravated.

  “I have a plan. We can’t run forever.”

  And just like that the storm broke above them as lightning flashed in the distance. Wind whipped through the trees, howling a mournful sound as water was caught up in its grasp to lash at Sam’s face. Nodding her understanding to Jack, she turned to Will and pulled his hood up and over his head, guiding him away from the hole so there were no accidents.

  * * * * *

  Rain poured down through the trees, seeming to dance and sway in the wind in all different directions before striking the ground in a strange symphony of sounds that only a forest could make. Here and there lightning flashed through the trees, casting shadows that seemed to move with lives of their own as thunder rumbled in the heavens, shaking the ground beneath them. But Will paid all of it scant attention. Instead, he watched as Sam and Jack worked furiously in the storm to create a trap.

  Gathering limbs, his brother and sister began lacing them together across the opening in the ground. It was slow going at first, trying to find branches stout enough to span the distance, but weak enough to give beneath the rider when he crossed, but as Jack and Sam worked, their pace increased and before long the hole was all but covered. Unfortunately, it was quite obvious.

  Lighting flashed and with it shadows danced all around them, but Will stayed focused on his siblings. He hated storms. Next came leaves, lots of leaves, which Jack and Sam piled in a thin layer atop the boughs they had used to weave their trap with. With the rain and wind, the leaves were quickly laid flat just like those everywhere else, and those that were caught up in the wind were carr
ied off, hiding all signs of tampering. Still, however, Jack wasn’t done.

  As Sam came to retrieve him, Will watched Jack drag two large branches into place on either side of their trap, making a funnel that led to the hole. Then, dragging his feet, he left an obvious trail up to the hole before skirting around it and doing the same upon the other side. Thunder rolled across the sky, causing Will to jump slightly, but it was not the thunder that scared him. Even after the thunder faded to nothing, the sound of thrumming still sounded, and it was getting closer. The rider was nearly on top of them. Will began to run.

  With Jack and Sam to either side of him, Will tried his best to run faster than ever before, but with the wet leaves and uneven ground he found himself struggling just to stay upright half of the time. Try as he might to avoid it, he slipped and fell several times, but fought the urge to cry each time and ignored whatever pain came with the fall. Jack and Sam needed him to be like them, strong and fast, and he was trying so hard. That was, at least, until he heard the scream.

  It wasn’t the scream of a person, though it was joined by a shrieking panicked yell of a man. No. This was the scream of a fear or pain-stricken animal that was innocent. One that didn’t understand what was happening or why something had just happened to it. One that was hurt and afraid. It was the spine-tingling scream of the rider’s horse, joined with the fearful yell of the rider himself in the distance behind them. They had found Jack’s trap. Will knew all along that Jack would catch the man. Jack was smart and strong, just like Dad.

  Though he expected them to go back, Jack and Sam led him on through the woods, continuing in the same direction they had been going for hours. Eventually the rain stopped, not that it mattered with all of his clothes soaked, but it was a nice change, he supposed. Through the evening they kept moving, though slower than earlier in the day, and by nightfall Will could hardly keep walking. His eyes were heavy and his legs felt like lead weights. When he fell, twice in a row and tried his best to get up the second time but couldn’t, Jack picked him up and they kept moving. On and on. Will tried to stay awake. He tried to see where they would go or what would happen, but his eyes betrayed him. He should have known they weren’t his friends. Every time he ever wanted to keep them open, like on Christmas Eve when Santa was supposed to come, they never did. Never. They always closed and put him to sleep. This time was no different.

  Chapter Thirteen

  It was early morning when they reached the road. If Jack was right, this was the first road that ran parallel to the interstate, meaning if they simply crossed it and kept going straight, the next road would be Grandma’s road. But he couldn’t just cross it and keep going. He was exhausted. Sam was exhausted. She could barely walk. All of them needed sleep, and a place to dry. If they kept on going wet and tired like this they would get sick. Jack looked up and down the road, locating a driveway just a few hundred yards to the west and turning he guided Sam towards it, with Will still in his arms.

  Though they walked, or trudged, more or less, it took little time to reach the driveway and looking down it Jack saw a man-made structure that had survived the event. It was not the house. No. Walking down the driveway, Jack looked at the charred remains of the house that had collapsed and fallen into what had been its basement. Instead, the building he had his eyes on was a small metal storage shed that seemed to be completely intact.

  With his hopes of finding Grandma’s house intact dashed, he hung his head and dragged himself towards the small metal building. Sliding the door open, he inspected the prefabricated building that before the event could have been purchased at any home improvement store. It was maybe ten feet across and ten feet deep with storage shelves along one wall. In the corner was a walk-behind push mower and on one wall were shovels and other yard implements, but Jack didn’t care. Placing Will in the center of the floor, he watched as Sam stumbled through the door like some kind of zombie and he slid the door closed behind them. Without any form of latch or handle, Jack crossed the small space in two steps and grabbed a pair of shovels. Wedging them against the door on either side to prevent it from sliding, he did his best to seal them in, knowing all the while that if someone wanted in, they could easily find a way. But there was no help for it. They couldn’t go on any further.

  Lying himself beside Will, he grinned at Sam opposite of him, who was already snoring lightly, and closed his own eyes to join his siblings in sleep.

  Waking with a start and gasping for breath, Jack blinked away the image of the rider latching onto him from behind like he had done in the city. With his heart racing he wiped the sweat from his face with his sleeve, looking all about him, noting that light entered the building through the door’s poor weather seals. Unsure how long he had slept, and not daring to find himself back in the nightmare he had just escaped, Jack sat up and pulled a bottle of water from his pack. Drinking thirstily, he returned the cap to the bottle and debated waking Sam and Will to continue their search for Grandma’s house.

  Unsure if it was morning the next day, or evening the same day he had entered the storage shed, he decided against waking his siblings, allowing them to rest while he went out to explore. Rising cautiously, he removed both shovels from the door and placed them against the wall. Carefully, inch by painstaking inch, he slid the door to the side just enough to pass through the opening before turning to close it once more.

  Looking about he found there was little to see but the collapsed wreckage of the house. Where there had once been a manicured lawn and flower beds, now long grass and weeds covered everything, creeping even across the driveway in places where cracks had formed in the concrete. Nearing what was once a home, Jack peered down into the cinder block basement that was once its foundation. Piled amongst the fallen burned timbers were the remains of a bedframe and some springs from mattresses. The burned shells of several electronic devices littered the debris, but more or less it was mostly just a loose pile of charred wood and broken dreams. Jack wondered how many people had lived in the house. Had they known this was coming? Did they try to hide from whatever the event was? Were they alive somewhere out there? Everywhere he looked were more questions without answers and Jack realized that more than food and water, what he and his siblings needed were the answers to their questions.

  Carefully picking a path, Jack climbed down into the basement that looked like an oversized fire pit, using the charred pieces of lumber as hand and foot holds as he made his way into what had been the basement. Nearing an old shelf that still stood in the corner of the large concrete room, Jack spied the rows of jars upon it that he had hoped to find. Though many were broken from the impact of falling debris from above, it appeared that several remained in one piece.

  Clearing a few fallen bits of timber that remained between him and the shelf, Jack began sifting through the mason jars of varying sizes upon the shelves. Upon inspection, the vast majority of the jars on the shelves showed signs of cracks, but many more had blackened substances within, though any vinegar or preservative solution was gone, having leaked or been evaporated away by the heat of the fire.

  One by one Jack picked through the jars, discarding them again and again. It took several minutes to inspect them all and sort through them, but when it was all said and done he managed to find two intact jars of pickled eggs on the bottom shelf, nearest the concrete wall behind it. Placing each of the smaller jars into the pockets on his sweatshirt, Jack turned back the way he had come. He had managed to find breakfast. Odd breakfast, but breakfast nonetheless.

  * * * * *

  Samantha woke abruptly to find herself being shaken quite violently by hands entirely too close to her throat to be comfortable. Her eyes popping open, and nearly bulging from her head, she tried to make sense of her surroundings as it bounced around, Will’s face coming into and out of her view as she rocked this way and that. Somehow making the connection between her shaking body and Will’s face, against the urge to vomit, Sam tried to create words.

  “Wi…Wi�
�� Will…st…st…stop it!” she finally managed.

  Fortunately he listened as her world slowly spun and bounced to a stop, with Will’s small face just an inch from her own as he stared at her a serious look upon his little features.

  “Jack is gone. I looked outside and don’t see him,” Will admitted.

  Something must have begun shaking her again because it felt like the floor had just dropped out from beneath her as the urge to vomit returned and the world began spinning again. Had the rider escaped the chasm in the woods and tracked them? Had he taken Jack? And then her panicking stopped. She couldn’t afford to lose control. Will sat there looking at her, his breathing coming in wisps and hiccups. Sam took a deep breath.

  Sitting up more suddenly than she should have as her world settled around her, Sam looked to Will and reaching up, she grasped both of his shoulders.

  “Honey, I don’t know where Jack is, but we’ll go look together, OK?”

  He nodded, words having become too complicated. Pulling him close she hugged him, though not tightly, afraid she might push him into an attack. He was already worried. It wasn’t like Jack to just leave them. Not unless something had happened. But she couldn’t focus on that. Not now. She had to focus on Will.

  “OK, pumpkin, you need to settle down so we can go look for him.”

  “K.”

  “No, I mean it, Will. You take some deep breaths and calm down.”

  She watched him nod and hiccup his way through a few attempts at deep breaths, before his breathing finally calmed over a span of several minutes. Once she felt he was in good enough condition to go outside, she picked up one of the shovels leaning against the wall and pushed the door open, screaming and nearly peeing herself, dropping the shovel, as a face just outside the door yelled boo at her.