Hell On Earth

Chapter 24

Chapter 24

Jacob's POV:

I started up the Land Rover and strapped on my seatbelt. After quickly looking to make sure everyone was buckled in, I put the car in drive and accelerated. These car chases and running away were starting to get annoying. Sighing, I pushed the car to go faster.

As we were just getting out of sight of the Rotters, a loud beeping sounded from the car. I looked down at the dashboard and groaned. We were out of gas. Now we're finally dead. Megan looked over at me, her eyes reflecting my panic. What do we do now? The car cruised along, for the most part maintaining it's speed. I decided to take advantage of this and just steer the car along while it still had some velocity. I steered around other wrecked cars, bodies, and whatever else laid on the road. I kept an eye on the speedometer as I watched it slowly drop down from 60 to 50, and then near 40. 

I glanced in the rearview mirror and saw Brendan and Musa nervously staring out the front window and fidgeting around, their faces pale. I held my breath as the speedometer finally dropped to zero and the car coasted to a stop. Looking back, I couldn't see the pack of Rotters, but I knew they were close.

We all just sat there for a few moments, silent, before I finally started thinking and did something.

"Get what you need, and only what you need, fast, we're footing it." I ordered, and started grabbing things within my reach and shoving them into my pockets, the others following suit.

With my pockets full, I jumped out of the car and raced around to the back, where I opened the trunk and looked around for things that were nessecary. We didn't have much, only a first aid kit left over from when we first stole the Land Rover, a dozen bottles of water, two backpacks, a few MREs, a little bit of ammo that I wasn't sure fit our guns, two flashlights, and a few packets of junk food.

Megan, Brendan, and Musa finally got out of the car, their arms full of stuff, and went around the back to help me. 

"Okay, Megan, you and I will each take a backpack, and we will try to put most of the stuff in here." I said. Megan nodded and took a backpack and began filling it with stuff. I did the same, but was interrupted when I heard groaning.

I swore to myself and worked faster, just throwing things into the backpack.

"Come on, hurry!" Brendan cried.

"I am!" I responded. 

I could hear the Rotters closing in, and I was almost finished when Megan pulled my arm and screamed at me to start running.

I threw closed the backpack and sprinted, catching up with Megan and the boys in no time. Looking behind me, I saw just how close we were. The Rotters had just reached the car, and were still coming after us. 

They began closing in from both sides, the only way out being straight ahead, continuing down the road. I kept pace with the others, dodging and jumping, until I heard Musa grunt and hit the ground. I stopped and ran back towards him, helping him up. He had tripped over a stretcher, and it looked like his knee and arm were bleeding pretty badly. 

"You okay?" I asked him, out of breath.

He just nodded and ran off, determined to keep going. I thought we were starting to get away from the Rotters, but then, they started stumbling out of car wrecks on the side of the road and from the treeline. They were closing in on us from everywhere, so I took out my pistol and started shooting one down. With six shots, I downed three of them.

Megan heard my shots and began shooting too. It was very hard trying to shoot and run at the same time, especially when the gun kicked back at you. Reloading was even more difficult. I managed to empty two magazines before I felt something tug on my ankle and I fell hard.