Out Of Sight -A Zombie Novel

Slay Your Demons

S C A R L E T

After Raiden's breakdown, we decided to get a move on our plans. Sadly we were an hour behind schedule, making things even more difficult. Only because if we don't reach that safe house in the military base at 9 am, we might be in risk of exposure.

You see, the army base has a search party of five, specifically to find strays. Sam and I have been through many close encounters in that safe house to know what time the search team is in the neighborhood and what time they aren't.

I was finishing up, with checking the truck, when I saw Sam come in through the door that leads into the house from the garage. I watched as she kept her eyes glued to the map in front of her, studying it like she always did before we went out to do a mission.

"Is the truck good?" Sam asked not taking her eyes off the map as she stopped beside the passenger door.

Taking the blue rag that was beside me, I wiped down my oily dirty hands from the truck's engine.

"Yeah, break fluids are good, I changed the oil, engine fluid is good as well. Engine isn't cracked, so it's still use able." I explained.

After somewhat cleaning my hands, I closed the hood of the truck.

"Also the tires seem to have good air pressure, and the rims look good" I said, looking up at Samantha to see if she caught any of that.

To my surprise she was looking down at the tires and she actually seemed like she payed attention.

"Okay good" She said.

I nodded, and went to the sink to clean the rest of the filth off my hands.

"Where's Raiden?" I asked as I applied a cherry soap onto my dirty hands.

I quickly scrubbed my hands as the water warmed up. I looked behind me, to see what Samantha was doing because of the silence that followed after my question. Only to find her studying the map again. She was so concentrated it scared me, it was almost as if this wasn't the Samantha I knew. The Samantha I knew couldn't be concentrated on something for less than thirty seconds before she grew bored of it.

"He's packing some food" Sam answered.

I nodded and turned off the sink when I finished rinsing my hand.

"Well you should go and get him. I'll fill up the tank while you do so" I told her.

Sam looked up at me for a pure second, and rolled her eyes. I watched as she opened the passenger door to the truck, and neatly placed the map inside before walking off into the house.

I sighed as I dried my hands with a clean towel, and applied some lotion. After that was done, I went to the truck and took the canister filled with gas before fueling it up.

After the tank was full, I quickly closed it and grabbed my honey badger from the trunk.

Because we decided to go light on this mission, we thought it was better to leave the Harley here. So if anything got wild, we only had one vehicle to use.

Because that thought was comforting.

I looked at the truck for one last examination. It was a black, four wheel drive, Chevrolet Silverado. With a killer body. It had a few bullet holes and dents, but it wasn't trouble worthy.

Beside the truck was my black Harley, along with the car we used to escape and find this house. The car we used is a 2004 Honda Pilot, and frankly it amazes me how it still runs good with no problems, whatsoever.

I went beside the car and wiped some dust off of it. We haven't used this car since my mom died. It's navy blue color was still looking good, and it's tires were a little inflated but still repairable.