would have used the sat phones to track us down anyway,” Lily said.
“That doesn’t help any. Those phones are my fault too.”
“You two can hash this out later. I need to try and get a little sleep,” John said.
For the next few hours John slept in the back of the SUV and Lily and I drove on in silence. There wasn’t really much to say. I spent the entire time watching the road, racking my brain trying to come up with a way to escape General Simmons. Lily stared out the window most of the time. It reminded me of better times, before the world ended, driving down the highway watching the sights go by. When I was a kid I loved going for rides in the car with my parents. Before Mom and Dad divorced we took lots of road trips. I would sit in the back seat with my favorite Godzilla stuffed animal. The two of us would stare out the window. Back in those days Godzilla was very much alive to me and yes he stared out the window, and played games with me. We played I Spy and watched for out of state license plates. It was uncanny the way we were always able to figure out what the other was I Spying. But when it came to spotting out of state plates I always won that game hands down. I think the problem was that Godzilla couldn’t read. He was just a dragon after all.
I was lost in thoughts of better days when Lily brought me back to reality. “I think you just passed the Jeep we’re looking for.”
I slammed on the brakes, throwing Lily into the dashboard, and John up against the back of the front seat. I gave the two of them a few minutes to vent their anger. John was very upset about the rude awakening, and Lily repeatedly commented on my “god-awful” driving. When they were finished I backed up to the wrecked Jeep on the side of the road. From the looks of things the driver had lost control and run the Jeep right up the guard rail. The two driver’s side wheels were still on the ground but the wheels on the passenger side dangled a good two feet over the road. From the angle the Jeep was at the driver and whatever passengers might have been inside had to have exited from the passenger side. The bottom of the driver’s door was almost resting on the pavement and would have been impossible to open.
The three of us got out of the SUV and went over to the Jeep. The windshield was covered in dried blood and the driver’s side window was spider webbed from where the driver’s head had most likely impacted during the crash. I walked around to the back to see if I could get a better look inside but the visibility from the back and sides was just as bad if not worse. Every window on the Jeep was covered in dried blood. I couldn’t be sure but I could have sworn I saw movement from inside.
“Do you think Parks was snacking while he was driving?” John asked.
“That’s not funny,” Lily said.
John tried to pull the back gate of the Jeep open. “I’m not kidding,” he said. “Try the passenger door. This one’s locked.”
“Don’t open that door,” Lily said. “It looks like something’s in there. Simmons lost how many men trying to find the doctor? Tim we can’t just stumble blindly into this.”
“She’s right John. There’s no telling what’s inside that thing,” I said.
“There’s nothing in there. Hang on a second.” John went back to our SUV and opened the back hatch. He rummaged around in the back for a few minutes then closed the hatch and came back to the Jeep with a tire iron. Sargent Adams went straight to the front windshield and without a moment’s hesitation smashed it in. As soon as John had stepped away from the SUV it was obvious what his plan was so Lily and I both had our guns drawn. Fortunately the only thing that came out from the Jeep at us was the stench of something long dead and the thousands of flies that were trapped in there with it.
John flailed his arms and staggered back from the wreckage as he was overcome by the swarm. Lily and I backed away to try and
“That doesn’t help any. Those phones are my fault too.”
“You two can hash this out later. I need to try and get a little sleep,” John said.
For the next few hours John slept in the back of the SUV and Lily and I drove on in silence. There wasn’t really much to say. I spent the entire time watching the road, racking my brain trying to come up with a way to escape General Simmons. Lily stared out the window most of the time. It reminded me of better times, before the world ended, driving down the highway watching the sights go by. When I was a kid I loved going for rides in the car with my parents. Before Mom and Dad divorced we took lots of road trips. I would sit in the back seat with my favorite Godzilla stuffed animal. The two of us would stare out the window. Back in those days Godzilla was very much alive to me and yes he stared out the window, and played games with me. We played I Spy and watched for out of state license plates. It was uncanny the way we were always able to figure out what the other was I Spying. But when it came to spotting out of state plates I always won that game hands down. I think the problem was that Godzilla couldn’t read. He was just a dragon after all.
I was lost in thoughts of better days when Lily brought me back to reality. “I think you just passed the Jeep we’re looking for.”
I slammed on the brakes, throwing Lily into the dashboard, and John up against the back of the front seat. I gave the two of them a few minutes to vent their anger. John was very upset about the rude awakening, and Lily repeatedly commented on my “god-awful” driving. When they were finished I backed up to the wrecked Jeep on the side of the road. From the looks of things the driver had lost control and run the Jeep right up the guard rail. The two driver’s side wheels were still on the ground but the wheels on the passenger side dangled a good two feet over the road. From the angle the Jeep was at the driver and whatever passengers might have been inside had to have exited from the passenger side. The bottom of the driver’s door was almost resting on the pavement and would have been impossible to open.
The three of us got out of the SUV and went over to the Jeep. The windshield was covered in dried blood and the driver’s side window was spider webbed from where the driver’s head had most likely impacted during the crash. I walked around to the back to see if I could get a better look inside but the visibility from the back and sides was just as bad if not worse. Every window on the Jeep was covered in dried blood. I couldn’t be sure but I could have sworn I saw movement from inside.
“Do you think Parks was snacking while he was driving?” John asked.
“That’s not funny,” Lily said.
John tried to pull the back gate of the Jeep open. “I’m not kidding,” he said. “Try the passenger door. This one’s locked.”
“Don’t open that door,” Lily said. “It looks like something’s in there. Simmons lost how many men trying to find the doctor? Tim we can’t just stumble blindly into this.”
“She’s right John. There’s no telling what’s inside that thing,” I said.
“There’s nothing in there. Hang on a second.” John went back to our SUV and opened the back hatch. He rummaged around in the back for a few minutes then closed the hatch and came back to the Jeep with a tire iron. Sargent Adams went straight to the front windshield and without a moment’s hesitation smashed it in. As soon as John had stepped away from the SUV it was obvious what his plan was so Lily and I both had our guns drawn. Fortunately the only thing that came out from the Jeep at us was the stench of something long dead and the thousands of flies that were trapped in there with it.
John flailed his arms and staggered back from the wreckage as he was overcome by the swarm. Lily and I backed away to try and
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