The Wanderers [Old Version]

Chapter 13: Scavengers

Rain's POV

Clara emerged from the car she was hiding in. She had missed the entire doctors visit.

"Uh, guys, I found something."

She pulled out a grenade from behind her back.

"It was in the backseat of that car. This pistol was back there too."

She held up a pistol with a revolving cylinder at the base of the barrel.

I took the pistol, Nico took the grenade.

Along the barrel was .44 S&W Special.

It felt good in my hands. It was heavier than my plasma pistol and the metal wasn't hot. Plasma pistols were always over heating because of the hot plasma inside just waiting to be fired. But not this gun. No, this gun could fire it's six bullets, reload, and keep firing without ever having to worry about it blowing up in your face.

I dropped the gun into my backpack, helped pick up Draco and we were on our way.

Draco was in a different state of mind. He was smiling and laughing every time we said something. His legs dragged and his mouth hung open with drool dripping out. His eyes fought to stay open. The drugs we gave him messed him up. Bad.

The road was getting more torn up now. Bullet holes lined what remained of the crumbling buildings. Military vehicles were deserted in the street. A cement and sand bag barricade was set up and a few bodies remained decomposing behind it.

We had to walk very close to these bodies to get through. Clara looked right at them without vomiting for once.

Was she finally getting used to seeing this much death?

A large highway passed above us, although most of it was crumbling. A huge tunnel was the only way through this mountain, and it was blocked by debris from the overpass. We had to climb the highway and hope it led us south.

After a few minutes of struggling to get Draco up, everyone rested on the deserted highway. It was if time had just stopped. The cars remained in relatively decent condition, no wrecks as far as I could see. No bodies either. It was as if everyone just decided to get out of their cars and walk away.

A few military vehicles were scattered throughout the road, their huge guns aimed at the puny cars below.

Trash was the only thing that made this highway look bad. Trash blew all over up here. Diapers, plastic bags, empty water bottles, bullet casings. Anything that was light enough to be blown by the wind was.

Clara turned and looked north, "Hey. Look at that view."

The view was pretty nice from up here. The green trees of these mountains went on for as long as the eye could see. Black smoke from Tropor rose about a mile away. The fire that Petra started must have already burned out. Only a small burnt patch of trees was visible and white smoke rose from it.

Draco was beginning to come back to reality now. He started coughing and holding his side.

We let go of him and he managed to stand on his own. He dropped to his knees, but stood again on his own in a few seconds.

"Blehk. My mouth has an awful taste in it."

He hung his head off the side of the overpass and spit. It was a nasty bluish color and came out like water.

"Aghh. Don't ever give me those crap drugs again."

We tossed Draco his stuff back and we continued on. Navigating through the abandoned cars.