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.
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