Creepers
Chapter 22
We find a car on the side of the road and sprint over to it. Everett opens the driver’s seat and finds a corpse sitting there. We stare, but it doesn’t move, so he rips it out of the seat. He gets in and turns the key. It starts up pretty easily.
“Half a tank,” says Everett. “We are going to need to get more gas.”
I nod as I load the bags into the back of the truck. Everett gets out of the car and helps me load them.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
“I’m fine.” I shrug my shoulders. “I just want to get this over with.”
Everett nods. “Me too.”
We get in the trunk; I sit in the passenger seat, hugging my knees, and we take off down the road. I stare at the desolate areas we pass and wonder what they were like the day of the apocalypse. Did children live in that house? Did the husband return home to his pregnant wife? Did the girl that worked at the food store get to see her boyfriend again? All these things come to mind as we drive slowly down the road, looking for a gas station.
Not even ten minutes later, Everett finds one and we pull in. He fills up the tank quickly and fills three extra cans, putting them in the trunk. I bite my lip and turn the radio on, but all I hear is static. I don’t know what I was expecting to hear, but I am a bit disappointed. Everett gets back in the car and hears the static from the radio. He flips through all the stations, but we hear nothing but the constant static. I growl and slam the console of the car.
“Why can’t any of this be easy? Why can’t there be others to help us? I didn’t sign up for this!” I scream in anger and frustration.
Everett puts a hand on my shoulder. “No one signed up for this, Riley, but we must be alive for some reason. We must be doing something extra special, even if we’re not supposed to because we survived when no one else did. We can’t waste that.”
I nod, knowing that he’s right. “Okay, Everett. Just drive, please.”
He nods and drives off down the road again.
I must fall asleep because the next thing I know I’m opening my eyes and staring out the window at the darkness. I look at Everett and see bags under his eyes. His eyes are red too, I think maybe he was crying.
“Everett, do you want me to drive?”
He shakes his head and keeps his eyes on the road.
“Come on, Everett, you’ve been driving all day. You need to rest too you know.”
“Fine, fine, but wake me up if you need me.”
“Of course.”
He pulls over to the side of the road and we climb over the seats, so that I am in the driver’s seat and Everett is in the passenger’s seat. He turns to face the window and slumps on his side. I drive for a while and I have to admit that the silence is chilling. I relive the events of the day and a lump forms in the back of my throat. My eyes start to swell up with tears until I can’t see the road clearly, so I pull over and lean my forehead against the steering wheel and cry. I’ve lost everyone; everyone except Everett of course. I don’t even remember seeing Hook, but I’m glad I don’t because if I did I think I would lose it.
I’m tired. I just feel tired all the time and I don’t want to go on like this, but I will because if I don’t it will hurt Everett too much.
I can’t leave him alone.
*****Author's Note*****
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