SAFEZONE B

CHAPTER 6: A BUMP IN THE ROAD

The country roads have been quiet, nothing but the sound of natural life. It was either that or news hadn't spread that far yet. They liked it, anyway it gave them the chance for general conversation, a chance to get to know each other. It was going to be a long and possibly hopeless journey, so it's good to have a friend along the way.
"So Thomas, how did you end up there? You know at the foster home" said Walter trying not to seem pushy for an answer.
"Well i was only young when my Mother died and my Dad died from Cancer not too long ago. I haven't got any other family that i know. My Dad put me into care before he died, he said it was the best place for me. The home tried to put me with relatives but my Dad refused". Walter paused a while in sadness, trying to stay concentrated on the road.
"You know, my son died of cancer recently" said Walter with a tear in his eye.
"I'm sorry to hear that" said Thomas looking down towards the floor. It stayed quiet for a while after that.

Suddenly the motor home came to a holt.
"Why have we stopped?" Said Thomas in shock and worry.
"Roadblock" said Walter whilst he looks at the over turned oil tanker blocking the cliff. He gets out of the vehicle after taking out his frustration on the dashboard.
"Come to me" said Walter opening the main side door. Thomas climbed on his back as they weaved around the car pile up. The crash was a horror show, the tanker had already exploded on impact with another unfortunate car. You could see that cars closest to the tanker were completely charred. Black bodies stiff in a permenant defence position, burned beyond recognition as a human. Men, Women and even infants had passed away in the fire. They got closer to the end of the vehicles as they heard a noise. It was half human and half animal, like a croaking broken voice.
"Help, help me" it said. The creature started to crawl to them, it had no ears and was completely black. As it got closer to our feet we noticed at was a woman, she had been badly burned by the fire. Her face looked helpless and black, with a tear in the corner of her suffering burned eye socket. Walter put young Thomas down, pulled out the knife... and struck her in the head.
"That's the kindest thing i could do" said Walter seemingly affected by what he witnessed.

After sitting and resting for a few moments to regain his composure, Walter picked up Thomas and carried on the journey. The hill was big but they was both more than determined to make it to safezone B. Walter needed to get them both to the local town quickly, that was the halfway point. Time was running short.

In pain and suffering with his now old knees, Walter powered onwards to the top of the hill. To his releif, as the got to the top they could see the town they had been praying would be in sight.
"Is that the halfway point?" Said Thomas. To which Walter replied with a simple
"yes, yes it is". The town was covered in army vehicles and looked to be rich in supply crates. From a distance he could see the army loading people onto wagons, then supplying them with food packs. They needed food, they needed it now. Walter walked on down the hill with the boy on his back in the search for food and water. It could slow down the journey if they have no free transport wagons, but it's a risk they will just have to take...