Road to Clover (The Breanna Raven Series) by Katarin Haley Pope Page A
Authors: Katarin Haley Pope
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nothing to it. The day I see Jessica Fox again will be too soon.
She’s yelling at us to come back, and I yell back at her, “Go away!”
She huffs and sets off to where she came from. Good riddance!
As I’m about to start walking, t he sight outside of the cove takes my breath away. I stop right in my tracks. I’d forgotten that people were run over yesterday. The resulting carnage is absolutely horrific. Some have their heads crushed or split open. I can see tire tracks on bodies and clothing, and the blood has stained the grass crimson. The smell is nasty, and the bugs are all over the place. The worst part is that there are bodies up and down the grass on our side of the road as far as the eye can see. I’m about to lose my stomach. I’m so glad I didn’t eat before we left.
Agni is the only one that’s thinking clearly between the two of us. He makes King sit, and he hooks the leash on his collar. He gently places Miss Kiki down on the ground, and she instantly starts whining. She doesn’t like the dead bodies, either. He hooks the leash on her, as well.
“We’ll walk in the middle of the road.” He says as he takes my hand.
We head for the middle of the road in between the cars. I can still see some dead bodies but not as many. At least, I can hold my head down and pretend like none of it exists.
We’re silent as we head west on Calla Lily Road. There are cars still lined up bumper to bumper for miles. Some are crashed into one another, and no one is in them. We even find a few with the motor still running. With dead people on both sides of the road, we decide taking a vehicle is out of the question. I can’t stomach driving over dead people. It’s not right and disrespectful, and Agni totally agrees with me.
Calla Lily Road goes a few miles to the east before reaching what once was the Olympus Bridge, and it goes west on the island ending at Sun Drop Highway in Allium Center, our first destination. Sun Drop Highway is the only main thoroughfare to the two major towns on the island. The first town is called Perennial Lock, and it’s on the northern tip. The second town is called Penny Valley, and it’s in the most southern part. If I can describe how big Watermeal Island is I’d say it’s an hour or more when driving from north to south, and it’s not that wide. An uninhabited barrier island and the Gulf of Mexico are to the west.
We get about half a mile down the road when we hear an unfamiliar nose. It’s far away, but it’s getting closer. I look back at the congested road from where we came from, and there’s no one. There’s no source to the sound at all.
I’m glued to one spot, and I gaze up at the sky. In the distance flying objects appear. They look like mosquitos, but they’re really helicopters. Five of them are flying side by side, and they’re coming in fast. At first, I’m certain they’re going to start shooting like I’ve seen in action movies. My mind is telling me the bullets from the automatic weapons will start sparking up the asphalt towards us, and we need to run for our lives. People in the movies running from gunfire like that always make it. I finally realize there is no gunfire, but there is something coming out of the helicopter. It’s yellow, and there’s a lot of it sailing in the air like falling leaves in autumn. The helicopters finally fly over us, and hundreds of sheets of yellow paper are raining down. It’s crazy. Miss Kiki picks up one, and she commences to shredding it to pieces. I take one that is stuck to a windshield, and Agni and I read it together.
“This is propaganda.” Agni informs me after I read the last sentence.
“ Have you seen this flyer before?” I ask curiously.
“No, this is the first time I’ve seen it actually. I think now we can put a name to the people who are attacking the United States.” Agni says as he picks up one from the ground, folds it, and shoves it in his back pocket.
“The
She’s yelling at us to come back, and I yell back at her, “Go away!”
She huffs and sets off to where she came from. Good riddance!
As I’m about to start walking, t he sight outside of the cove takes my breath away. I stop right in my tracks. I’d forgotten that people were run over yesterday. The resulting carnage is absolutely horrific. Some have their heads crushed or split open. I can see tire tracks on bodies and clothing, and the blood has stained the grass crimson. The smell is nasty, and the bugs are all over the place. The worst part is that there are bodies up and down the grass on our side of the road as far as the eye can see. I’m about to lose my stomach. I’m so glad I didn’t eat before we left.
Agni is the only one that’s thinking clearly between the two of us. He makes King sit, and he hooks the leash on his collar. He gently places Miss Kiki down on the ground, and she instantly starts whining. She doesn’t like the dead bodies, either. He hooks the leash on her, as well.
“We’ll walk in the middle of the road.” He says as he takes my hand.
We head for the middle of the road in between the cars. I can still see some dead bodies but not as many. At least, I can hold my head down and pretend like none of it exists.
We’re silent as we head west on Calla Lily Road. There are cars still lined up bumper to bumper for miles. Some are crashed into one another, and no one is in them. We even find a few with the motor still running. With dead people on both sides of the road, we decide taking a vehicle is out of the question. I can’t stomach driving over dead people. It’s not right and disrespectful, and Agni totally agrees with me.
Calla Lily Road goes a few miles to the east before reaching what once was the Olympus Bridge, and it goes west on the island ending at Sun Drop Highway in Allium Center, our first destination. Sun Drop Highway is the only main thoroughfare to the two major towns on the island. The first town is called Perennial Lock, and it’s on the northern tip. The second town is called Penny Valley, and it’s in the most southern part. If I can describe how big Watermeal Island is I’d say it’s an hour or more when driving from north to south, and it’s not that wide. An uninhabited barrier island and the Gulf of Mexico are to the west.
We get about half a mile down the road when we hear an unfamiliar nose. It’s far away, but it’s getting closer. I look back at the congested road from where we came from, and there’s no one. There’s no source to the sound at all.
I’m glued to one spot, and I gaze up at the sky. In the distance flying objects appear. They look like mosquitos, but they’re really helicopters. Five of them are flying side by side, and they’re coming in fast. At first, I’m certain they’re going to start shooting like I’ve seen in action movies. My mind is telling me the bullets from the automatic weapons will start sparking up the asphalt towards us, and we need to run for our lives. People in the movies running from gunfire like that always make it. I finally realize there is no gunfire, but there is something coming out of the helicopter. It’s yellow, and there’s a lot of it sailing in the air like falling leaves in autumn. The helicopters finally fly over us, and hundreds of sheets of yellow paper are raining down. It’s crazy. Miss Kiki picks up one, and she commences to shredding it to pieces. I take one that is stuck to a windshield, and Agni and I read it together.
“This is propaganda.” Agni informs me after I read the last sentence.
“ Have you seen this flyer before?” I ask curiously.
“No, this is the first time I’ve seen it actually. I think now we can put a name to the people who are attacking the United States.” Agni says as he picks up one from the ground, folds it, and shoves it in his back pocket.
“The
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