stitches, but for now all they had were each other.
As gently as he could, but quickly, Bexar extricated his wife from under the Jeep’s dash and laid her unconscious body on the road next to his go-bag. Digging in his bag, he retrieved the trauma kit. Bexar decided against the Quikclot, since this wasn’t an arterial bleed, and pressed a large wad of gauze onto the wound before wrapping her head with an Israeli bandage to hold it all in place. Bexar shouldered his go-bag, knelt, and picked up his wife. Struggling, he was eventually able to get her on his shoulders in a fireman’s carry. Bexar moved as quickly as he could while still being careful not to fall. His vision was blurry and he thought he might throw up. Reaching the hotel room where Keeley was, he heard her screams from outside the door.
So had two more undead.
Bexar slowed his walk and drew his pistol. As quietly as he could, he walked up behind the two zombies clawing at the hotel door, put the muzzle of his pistol against the back of the skull of the first, and pulled the trigger before turning and shooting the second zombie in the face at point-blank range.
Pistol reholstered, Bexar looked back at the wrecked Jeep. He should have chosen a room that couldn’t be seen from the highway. Bexar left Keeley screaming in the hotel room without opening the door and walked further away from the road to another hotel room, one that couldn’t be seen from the road, and banged on the window. There was no reaction from inside the room from the noise. Bexar gently sat Jessie on the ground and leaned his unconscious wife against the wall while he kicked in the door and quickly cleared the small hotel room. Bexar pulled his wife into the room and laid her on the bed before leaving and running back to the first hotel room to get his daughter. She was no longer screaming but was sobbing, being scared and alone. He picked Keeley up and was greeted by her little arms squeezing his neck in a big hug. Bexar was sure that in under an hour she would probably be laughing and playing. Little kids rebounded so quickly.
“OK baby, Mommy needs you to snuggle so she’ll feel better, and she needs you to be extra quiet so she can sleep. Do you think you can do that?”
Keeley’s little head nodded yes, her face wet with tears. Bexar sat Keeley on the bed next to his wife, shut the door, and returned to his destroyed Jeep. Fearful that another passing biker would find them and they would lose what little provisions they still had, Bexar needed to gather all their gear and he needed to get it hidden quickly.
CHAPTER 10
Big Bend National Park
February 14, Year 1
“Prospects, get your asses up here!”
Six prospects ran from the back of the group of motorcycles to the front where the Pistoleros new club president, Russell, was standing at the entrance to the Basin, the dumpsters still partially blocking the roadway.
“Where the fuck is Stinky?”
The prospect standing closest to Russell spoke up. “We don’t know, Prez. He stopped to patch his tire and never caught back up.”
“OK, whatever. You six get up there and kill every motherfucker you find. I want these assholes dead, and I want our brothers who are dead put down for good. Secure the deuce and anything of value you find. Honk four times when it’s clear and you’re done. Got it?”
Russell and the rest of the full-patch members of the motorcycle club hung back by the dumpsters that Jack and Bexar had used to block the road into the Basin. Russell didn’t know that Bexar and his family had already escaped. All they knew was that the club had intercepted radio transmissions between some people here and some guy named Cliff, and that the group here was loaded with supplies, food and ammo. The motorcycle club wanted what they had and they came to take it. They would kill whoever had it, but for the first time since the start, this group fought back. Russell survived by retreating back to the
As gently as he could, but quickly, Bexar extricated his wife from under the Jeep’s dash and laid her unconscious body on the road next to his go-bag. Digging in his bag, he retrieved the trauma kit. Bexar decided against the Quikclot, since this wasn’t an arterial bleed, and pressed a large wad of gauze onto the wound before wrapping her head with an Israeli bandage to hold it all in place. Bexar shouldered his go-bag, knelt, and picked up his wife. Struggling, he was eventually able to get her on his shoulders in a fireman’s carry. Bexar moved as quickly as he could while still being careful not to fall. His vision was blurry and he thought he might throw up. Reaching the hotel room where Keeley was, he heard her screams from outside the door.
So had two more undead.
Bexar slowed his walk and drew his pistol. As quietly as he could, he walked up behind the two zombies clawing at the hotel door, put the muzzle of his pistol against the back of the skull of the first, and pulled the trigger before turning and shooting the second zombie in the face at point-blank range.
Pistol reholstered, Bexar looked back at the wrecked Jeep. He should have chosen a room that couldn’t be seen from the highway. Bexar left Keeley screaming in the hotel room without opening the door and walked further away from the road to another hotel room, one that couldn’t be seen from the road, and banged on the window. There was no reaction from inside the room from the noise. Bexar gently sat Jessie on the ground and leaned his unconscious wife against the wall while he kicked in the door and quickly cleared the small hotel room. Bexar pulled his wife into the room and laid her on the bed before leaving and running back to the first hotel room to get his daughter. She was no longer screaming but was sobbing, being scared and alone. He picked Keeley up and was greeted by her little arms squeezing his neck in a big hug. Bexar was sure that in under an hour she would probably be laughing and playing. Little kids rebounded so quickly.
“OK baby, Mommy needs you to snuggle so she’ll feel better, and she needs you to be extra quiet so she can sleep. Do you think you can do that?”
Keeley’s little head nodded yes, her face wet with tears. Bexar sat Keeley on the bed next to his wife, shut the door, and returned to his destroyed Jeep. Fearful that another passing biker would find them and they would lose what little provisions they still had, Bexar needed to gather all their gear and he needed to get it hidden quickly.
CHAPTER 10
Big Bend National Park
February 14, Year 1
“Prospects, get your asses up here!”
Six prospects ran from the back of the group of motorcycles to the front where the Pistoleros new club president, Russell, was standing at the entrance to the Basin, the dumpsters still partially blocking the roadway.
“Where the fuck is Stinky?”
The prospect standing closest to Russell spoke up. “We don’t know, Prez. He stopped to patch his tire and never caught back up.”
“OK, whatever. You six get up there and kill every motherfucker you find. I want these assholes dead, and I want our brothers who are dead put down for good. Secure the deuce and anything of value you find. Honk four times when it’s clear and you’re done. Got it?”
Russell and the rest of the full-patch members of the motorcycle club hung back by the dumpsters that Jack and Bexar had used to block the road into the Basin. Russell didn’t know that Bexar and his family had already escaped. All they knew was that the club had intercepted radio transmissions between some people here and some guy named Cliff, and that the group here was loaded with supplies, food and ammo. The motorcycle club wanted what they had and they came to take it. They would kill whoever had it, but for the first time since the start, this group fought back. Russell survived by retreating back to the
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