The Survivalistas

Chapter 4 Ira pulled into the vacant parking lot leading to one of the various hiking trails. Even though it was the end of May snow still covered some of the shadowed area under the trees. Climbing out she stretched her legs, as the guys inspected the damage to the Jeep. “Damn I thought it was pulling. They nicked the tire.” Ira muttered, circling the vehicle. He opened the back and rifled through the stuff pulling out a can of Fix a Flat. “This will have to do until we can find a spare or a new car.” “You don't have a spare tire?” “No.” Marcus stepped in front of her and wrapped his arms around her. “Just let him fix the tire, sweetheart. We need to get a new vehicle anyways, since that window won't hold up against a heavy beating.” “Fine.” She muttered laying her head on his chest. His heart thumped a steady calming beat under her ear, as he ran soothing circles with his fingers over her lower back. Her eyes wandered to the trail head sign, Cascade Lake. She knew where th...

Ira braked, and threw the vehicle in park. Lyric scooted forward on the back seat to hear better. Gun leaning against his shoulder, the man wore head to toe camo. He waited as Ira rolled down his window. “Mighty small rescue party, you have here.” “Sorry, Sir, but this isn't a rescue party.” “But ya are Army, aren't ya?” His eyes narrowed, and his hand reached for the shot gun on his shoulder. “Yes, Sir, we are...” “Then you're what? A scout?” He asked, cutting Ira off. A bad feeling rolled through Lyric's belly at the guys interrogation. She didn't like the way he kept his hand on the gun strap, and eyes flicked from Ira to Marcus. She'd been around enough hunters to know a causal hold from a 'I'm getting ready to put holes in something' hold. She rocked back looking at the church wondering where the other guy had got to and saw another man accompanying the other guard, coming toward them. He was the complete opposite of the other two wearing a...

I've merged my writing/ short story blog The Survivalistas with this one that's what those story posts are if ya'll were wondering. I'm hoping this will help reduce the amount of time I spend updating and cross posting. I'm tired and spending my weekends trying to keep four blogs in content is getting hard. Thankfully my mom understands and will be sending me content for Mabel and Nanny's Designs. Which means I just have to focus on here and getting my reviews done for Mama Knows Books. Since I've managed to post out quite a bit on both I'm not real worried. Anyway I hope you all enjoy the books.

Chapter 3 Lyric pulled to a stop, and looked at the map. She was so winging this, sighing she looked at Marcus who was sleeping in the passenger seat. What if she was wrong? Drawing a deep breath she pushed those thoughts away and studied the map. They'd stuck to back roads for the most part, but in order to get to the Number 4 road she was going to have to go through Lowville. Right through the center of the town. Granted the place wasn't very big, but any where that had been populated had the potential to have zombies. Reaching over she poked Marcus in the arm. “Hey wake up.” Instantly he was wide awake, “what's wrong?” “Nothing, well, we're going to have to go right through the middle of Lowville. I thought it would be a good idea if someone was awake to shoot if need be.” Yawning and stretching, he nodded. “You got it, sweetheart.” Casting a quick glance into the back seat where Ira lay snoring, he leaned over grinning. “Come on give me some sugar, baby.” Lyric s...

Chapter 2 Lyric woke as the jeep came to a stop, and the engine cut out. “Where are we?” “Small pit stop to get some gas and bathroom break.” Ira said, looking back at her. “Wait here we'll go in and make sure it's clear.” “Like hell I am!” She unsnapped her seat-belt. “It's always the scared chick in the car that get's it first in the movies.” Marcus glanced at Ira and they laughed. “Ok, stay close and don't shoot us.” Lyric frowned at him, as she climbed out of the vehicle after them. She knew how to handle firearms her father had taught her to hunt, and her uncle had driven home the point that guns were not toys. Although she would have felt safer with a shot gun. She pulled out the hand gun and followed Marcus into the Nice & Easy convenience store. Surprisingly most the huge plate glass windows were still intact, and they could see the front of the building looked empty. Pulling open the door Marcus went in scanning the place. He waved the other two in....