It didn’t sound like just going out and running up to the first person he saw to say “Hi!” was a good thing to do.
Tony thought. “Why did Trish leave so suddenly?”
If he was hungry and searching for food and had just found a friendly person that was willing to give him food, why would I all of a sudden say I had to leave? Where did she go? That was strange, but a lot seemed strange about this girl.
Tony smiled as he thought. “A girl all on her own amongst the dead for a year, what else could I expect?”
Then Tony’s smile faded. He had assumed she was on her own. What if there was more going on here than he assumed.
Tony took a long breath and tried to relax. Maybe he was just being paranoid. After what he had lived through the last year, who could blame him. But one thought remained in the back of his mind. “Be Careful!”
Today Tony decided to use three boxes of pellets. He was going to increase his pace to try and eliminate the dead around the warehouse as soon as possible. He wanted to talk with Trish face to face. Looking into a person’s eyes often told you much more than their words. The eyes also most always told the truth, even when the person wasn’t.
He wanted to talk with Trish, but something told him it was more important that he find out from her what the world had become.
Tony laughed. He had never considered the little towns around Uniontown as being out in the world before. What went on in Dawson, Vanderbilt, Perryopolis and Whitset never had any resemblance to what was going on in the real world. They were little backward country towns. Places that the world had left behind fifty years ago.
Thup! Thup! Thup!
Chapter 7
Trish slipped out through the brush and stayed low in the grass as she ran down over the embankment that followed along Route 119. She would follow Route 119 back to where it intersected with Route 51, to where their camp was located. Roy and Tom was taking them to Perryopolis about twenty miles north on Route 51. They had drifted from place to place over the last year. They had moved because Roy had said there were too many of the dead or there wasn’t enough food so they had to move on.
Trish had never seen any difference where they had ended up from where they had been. It always seemed to be the same where ever they went.
She thought Roy just liked to act like the boss and make the others do what he wanted to do.
Her sister Debbie did whatever Roy wanted to do. She always did anything Roy and Tom told her to do. Trish cringed at the thought of some of the things she had seen her sister do, because Roy or Tom wanted her to do it.
Debbie was about three years older than Trish. Trish had been a freshman in high school and Debbie had been a senior. Everyone had said her sister was a slut. Trish really wasn’t sure what they had meant by that. Her sister usually went out on dates three or four times a week. Trish had just thought her sister was very popular.
After being dragged along with her sister in their little group the last year, Trish now understood what they had meant.
Roy and Tom were bastards. They treated Trish like crap, often slapping her around when she didn’t move fast enough for them. Her sister had become just like them, but thanks to her sister, the guys had pretty much left Trish alone.
Trish was small for her age. The last year of having so little to eat did little to change her appearance. Except for her long black hair, she could easily be mistaken for a boy.
There was no mistaking Debbie for a boy. Even with food being hard to come by, Debbie looked well feed and very healthy. Trish supposed that was because all the guys kept giving Debbie food, because Debbie was so grateful. They liked how grateful Debbie was, all the time.
Debbie had asked Trish one time if she didn’t like boys.
Trish had a crush on one of the boys in her class, but that had come to a sudden end when the dead destroyed everything. In fact
Tony thought. “Why did Trish leave so suddenly?”
If he was hungry and searching for food and had just found a friendly person that was willing to give him food, why would I all of a sudden say I had to leave? Where did she go? That was strange, but a lot seemed strange about this girl.
Tony smiled as he thought. “A girl all on her own amongst the dead for a year, what else could I expect?”
Then Tony’s smile faded. He had assumed she was on her own. What if there was more going on here than he assumed.
Tony took a long breath and tried to relax. Maybe he was just being paranoid. After what he had lived through the last year, who could blame him. But one thought remained in the back of his mind. “Be Careful!”
Today Tony decided to use three boxes of pellets. He was going to increase his pace to try and eliminate the dead around the warehouse as soon as possible. He wanted to talk with Trish face to face. Looking into a person’s eyes often told you much more than their words. The eyes also most always told the truth, even when the person wasn’t.
He wanted to talk with Trish, but something told him it was more important that he find out from her what the world had become.
Tony laughed. He had never considered the little towns around Uniontown as being out in the world before. What went on in Dawson, Vanderbilt, Perryopolis and Whitset never had any resemblance to what was going on in the real world. They were little backward country towns. Places that the world had left behind fifty years ago.
Thup! Thup! Thup!
Chapter 7
Trish slipped out through the brush and stayed low in the grass as she ran down over the embankment that followed along Route 119. She would follow Route 119 back to where it intersected with Route 51, to where their camp was located. Roy and Tom was taking them to Perryopolis about twenty miles north on Route 51. They had drifted from place to place over the last year. They had moved because Roy had said there were too many of the dead or there wasn’t enough food so they had to move on.
Trish had never seen any difference where they had ended up from where they had been. It always seemed to be the same where ever they went.
She thought Roy just liked to act like the boss and make the others do what he wanted to do.
Her sister Debbie did whatever Roy wanted to do. She always did anything Roy and Tom told her to do. Trish cringed at the thought of some of the things she had seen her sister do, because Roy or Tom wanted her to do it.
Debbie was about three years older than Trish. Trish had been a freshman in high school and Debbie had been a senior. Everyone had said her sister was a slut. Trish really wasn’t sure what they had meant by that. Her sister usually went out on dates three or four times a week. Trish had just thought her sister was very popular.
After being dragged along with her sister in their little group the last year, Trish now understood what they had meant.
Roy and Tom were bastards. They treated Trish like crap, often slapping her around when she didn’t move fast enough for them. Her sister had become just like them, but thanks to her sister, the guys had pretty much left Trish alone.
Trish was small for her age. The last year of having so little to eat did little to change her appearance. Except for her long black hair, she could easily be mistaken for a boy.
There was no mistaking Debbie for a boy. Even with food being hard to come by, Debbie looked well feed and very healthy. Trish supposed that was because all the guys kept giving Debbie food, because Debbie was so grateful. They liked how grateful Debbie was, all the time.
Debbie had asked Trish one time if she didn’t like boys.
Trish had a crush on one of the boys in her class, but that had come to a sudden end when the dead destroyed everything. In fact
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