"THE PLAGUE "

The Truck: part 1

Natalie-

The icy cold wind runs threw my hair as we cruse along the interstate.
I started to get car sick earlier ,so Miranda suggested to roll down the window.

I admit it has helped, but the blasts of air causes my eyes to water and the rest of me to freeze.

The other side of me is warm with Miranda's arm like a blanket against my skin. I roll up my window after a while and the car is once again blocked from the sound of rushing wind, which for a long time was the only noise in the truck. Most of the ride is like this. No talking. No anything. Just a bumpy journey along the strait road.

I rest my head on the door and try to just sleep-out the trip.

I used to do this when going on vacation with my family. Just sleep half the way and it wouldn't seem to take as long.

But New York City isn't nearly as close, so no luck with sleeping. I sigh and gaze out the window, trying to find anything to pass the time.

I've gone from the ABC road sign game, playing I spy with my self, and even trying to count the monsters. We've only passed five so far, which is probably a good thing.

Soon I start running out of ideas and the boredom returns.

"How much further?" I ask sitting up. Miranda and Daniel both sigh.

"New York is a long way off," Daniel answers me.

"How do we know where this survival colony is, what if it doesn't exist?" Miranda questions.

"Billy said he knew a guy who went there," Daniel begins.

"So?"

"So, it's a good chance he might be right, besides what other choice do we have?" He says.

I roll my eyes and lie my head back on the window. Daniel and Miranda have this argument all the time.

If she's so unsure, why did we leave?

I begin to here the irritation in Daniels voice, as well.

"Mom, we're going, so just drop it, okay," he says.

Miranda opens her mouth to once again retort, but we here a sudden banging on the roof.

Daniel rolls down his window as he slows the tuck.

"What's the problem, Billy?" He calls out.

"I think we have a block in the road up ahead," Billy replies.

"What're you talking about?" Daniel answers straining his eyes to see.

I look up in the same direction. At first I see nothing, but the strait highway, then as the truck draws closer, there is a large grey thing in the centre of the road. Daniel pulls the truck to a stop as we come only a few feet away from the large mass.

Standing infront of us is a transfer truck that lies across the road taking up all the room to pass. The back six-wheeled part is flipped to its side, while the front driving part is still right side up. The hinges holding them together are bent and twisted nearly to a breaking point.

Billy hops out of the back of the truck, Daniel fallows behind slamming the door as he goes.

Daniel puts a hand on his side and scratches the back of his head.

"Well, what now?" Billy says. Daniel stands there In silent, then begins to walk around to inspect the vehicle.

I then open my door and climb out.