“You’re kidding, right?” Nathan said. “People are starving and this is just sitting here. I’ve broken car windows shopping for my team and didn’t feel the least bit bad.”
“I did tell him he couldn’t look in all the cars because it would take too long,” Amanda chimed in.
Without looking at her, Nathan held up his hand. “Drop it,” he said. “You mean to tell me if you find something that will help you survive you’d leave it, even though you might die?” he asked Jasmine.
“Well no, but what if it’s someone’s?” she asked.
“That’s different, you’d have to fight them to take it. That’s criminal,” he said.
“This was locked,” Jasmine pointed out.
“Nobody’s here,” Nathan replied.
“Okay, I see what you’re saying,” she gave in. “You carry a crowbar? They weigh a ton.”
“Hold out you hand,” he said. When she did he laid the crow bar across it and she gaped.
“I feel like I’m going to break it,” she said.
“Fat chance. It’s made out of titanium and weighs seven ounces. I had to have a key to the city,” Nathan said, taking back the crow bar and securing it to the bottom of his pack with straps. He opened the trailer’s doors and looked at the pallets. “Spank me and take away my credit card,” he said, looking at the pallets of food. “John, Amanda, keep watch. Amanda, take Ares’ pack off in case someone comes.”
“You said we weren’t going to take it if it belonged to someone,” Jasmine said.
Nathan dropped his pack. “Jasmine, if someone shows up and sees what’s in here they’ll shoot us to keep it for themselves. Just because I’m smart enough to open the damn thing doesn’t mean I’m going to just let someone take it from me,” he said before climbing in.
He opened up the wrapping on the pallets and started pulling off cases and setting them in the door. Then he walked down the length of the trailer. “Toilet paper,” he called out.
“I want some,” Jasmine said, grinning as he tossed her two packs.
He brought up three cases of ready-to-cook rice meals and more canned goods. Squinting at his haul, he looked at the group. “This is all we can carry and I have my doubts on that,” he said, trying to figure out how to do this.
He jumped down and started filling packs. John’s pack was the most empty, therefore it got the most. There was still too much, so they all grabbed an armful. Nathan closed the doors and put the busted lock back on and set off, the others falling in behind him. The area they were heading for was three miles away, and they all had at least one case of something in their arms. No one even paused to look out over the dam as they went across. They were too loaded down to enjoy it and just wanted to get to their destination.
Peeling off the road, they followed a small dirt road then moved off into the woods until they came to a small inlet on the lake. Twenty yards from the lake, Nathan dropped his case of stew on the ground abruptly, scaring everyone. “This is camp,” he said, panting. John just dropped to his knees and fell on his face.
Nathan pulled off his pack and helped John get his pack off. Then he pulled out his poncho liner, spread it out and grabbed his sleeping bag, the others following suit. In an hour they had the area set up nice. Nathan took off his vest and laid it on his woobie. When Amanda saw that she stood up and pulled off the jacket and the big t-shirt and took off the vest she had on.
“You wear a bulletproof vest?” Jasmine asked in wonder.
“He made me,” she said, pointing at Nathan accusingly.
“That I did, and when we leave you’ll put it back on,” Nathan said, taking off his shirt and throwing it in a pile. Pulling his suspenders off next, he took off his undershirt. “I think that thing can walk around by itself,” he said, throwing it down in disgust.
“What now?” Jasmine asked.
“Relax, and later we’ll set up the shower then start getting clothes clean,” Nathan said, laying down and taking off his boots and socks. He looked over at Amanda inquiringly.
“Oh, I’m coming,” she said, walking over in her socks. She plopped down and held out her feet. They didn’t look as bad as he was expecting. Once he’d cleaned them he didn’t replace the bandages, wanting to let them air out. Amanda gingerly walked back over to her spot, where she dropped her pants, leaving just her panties on, and sat down on her blanket. She glanced at Nathan and the look on his face spoke volumes. “You walk around in your boxers so don’t start,” she said, lying down.
“She has you there, Nathan,” John said. Nathan just pulled off his pants and laid back, closing his eyes. He was asleep in seconds.
Hearing water splashing, Nathan opened his eyes and noticed the sun was getting close to the horizon. He looked to the water and saw John bathing and Amanda swimming. “You had mud in your cuts once, I’m not digging it out again,” he warned.
“She has on my swimming shoes,” Jasmine called out. Nathan turned and saw her in the water with the kids. He caught his breath at seeing Jasmine in a bikini. A little red string bikini.
“Hoochie mamma,” he said in a low voice, letting out a puff of air. He looked around for Ares and didn’t see him. Standing up to call him, he found Ares swimming behind Amanda, trying to catch her. Nathan grabbed his shower kit and headed to the water.
They swam and played for an hour before Nathan finally climbed out. He looked around for his clothes and saw them hanging on the line, drip drying with everyone else’s. “Jasmine and I washed them,” he heard from behind him as Amanda walked past wrapped in a towel.
“Thank you,” he said, hanging up his towel. Walking behind the shower curtain/blanket, Nathan changed underwear and hung his wet ones up. Then he went back to his bedroll and laid back down, closing his eyes as Amanda leaned over.
“And you want to know why I want tah-tahs,” she said.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about and I’m not sure I want to know,” he said, cracking his eyes and squinting at her.
“Your eyes almost fell out when you saw Jasmine in a swimsuit. John can’t even look at her. All he does is stutter,” she said.
“My eyes didn’t almost fall out,” Nathan said, closing his eyes.
“You’re saying she’s not pretty?” Amanda asked.
“I didn’t say that. Yes she is pretty, but she’s a teenager. Besides, that isn’t a bikini. I’ve seen more cotton in the top of a medicine bottle,” Nathan said firmly.
Shaking her head, Amanda said, “You’re so weird.”
“I’m fixing to hold you down and spit in your ear,” he warned her.
“If you put that stuff in your mouth now, I’ll pee in your sleeping bag,” she threatened him.
“You get to dry off Ares,” he said.
“So?” she asked.
“You’ll see,” Nathan said and was soon back asleep.
Seeing Ares running toward his woobie, soaking wet, Amanda grabbed a towel and jumped up. “Ares, here,” she said, pointing in front of her. Skidding to a halt, Ares looked at her and cocked his head to the side but didn’t come.
“Ares, here!” Amanda snapped, stomping her foot. With his tongue hanging out, Ares sat down and just looked at her. “I know you didn’t,” Amanda said, storming over to Ares and holding up the towel.
When Amanda was a step away, Ares lunged, grabbing the towel and growling. Startled, Amanda let the towel go and Ares took off around her with the towel in his mouth. “Ares!” she yelled, spinning around to see a soaking wet Ares dive on her sleeping bag and crawl inside.
With her mouth hanging open, Amanda stood frozen as she watched Ares disappear into her sleeping bag. “Told ya,” Nathan said with his eyes still closed. “When he’s wet and someone tries to dry him, Ares crawls in their bed.”
“Nathan, he’s soaking wet! Where am I supposed to sleep!” Amanda screech
ed.
“Ares’ pallet is dry,” he mumbled with a smile before drifting back to sleep.
Chapter 5
Day 11
Nathan woke up at 5:30 with his watch vibrating. Yesterday they had just lazed around, and Nathan taught everyone how to use the shotgun and the AK he had taken off the gang bangers. Next he’d gone over the M-4 for several hours then his pistols. The kids taught Jasmine how to read the map and, to their surprise, she already knew about edible plants. They ate like kings all day and cleaned all their clothes and packs off, simply enjoying having a moment to relax.
As Nathan sat up, he rubbed his shaven face and looked down to see Amanda’s leg across his lap. He lifted it off and put it on the blanket. Her head was lying on Ares, with the rest of her body spread out on her blanket. Nathan leaned over and brushed the hair out of her face gently.
He stood up, buckled his pants and slipped on his flip flops. He looked over and saw Jasmine standing watch at her spot on the other side of Amanda. He waved at her and she returned it, smiling. Turning around he saw John on the other side of him. Nathan found it hard to believe he was the same kid he had taken under his wing just six days ago.
When they’d met John, he’d said he was a forty-six in the waist. Yesterday Nathan had given him his other pair of ACU pants. They were adjustable in size up to a thirty-eight. John put them on and buttoned them; he had to suck in his gut a little but he got them on. Even Nathan was worried about that much weight loss in such a short time. John still had excess skin but it was not taut anymore and his legs no longer had that bruised, scaly appearance.
John told them he had never lived on what he was eating in a day before this happened. When he told Nathan what he normally ate in a day, Nathan was shocked. He approximated it at fifteen thousand calories, and John said he never did anything except play on the computer. Nathan had even asked John to eat some more at supper last night. He had steadfastly refused, saying he would eat the same amount as Nathan did.
Shaking his head, Nathan smiled at John and walked over to the lake and just stared out over the water. Hearing movement behind him, he turned to see Jasmine carrying two cups. “I fixed you some coffee when I fixed some,” she said, handing him the cup.
“Thank you,” Nathan said, taking the cup. “Anything last night?” he asked, taking a sip and savoring it.
“Heard a few trucks on the road across the dam about an hour ago, but they didn’t even slow down,” she said.
“Traffic is moving again,” he said.
“You thinking about trying to get a vehicle?” she asked.
“No, they have it locked down. It’s much easier slipping through on foot.”
“That’s a long walk,” she said.
“I ain’t got nothing better to do,” Nathan said, taking a sip.
“If you don’t mind, can I come?” she asked, taking a sip of her coffee.
He blinked and glanced over at her. “It’s going to be long and hard. I can tell you we will run into trouble,” he said. “You’ll have to fight,” he added.
“I’ve thought about that, Nathan, and I figured out I’ll have to fight anywhere I stay. At least with you I get to learn how to,” she said.
Impressed she had figured it out without him pointing those facts out, Nathan smiled. “I don’t mind, and I’m sure Amanda and John won’t mind.”
Jasmine coughed and a smirk spread across her face. “I don’t think John knows what I look like. When he does looks at me he stares at my boo— my tah-tahs,” she said, trying not to laugh.
“Well he is a boy,” Nathan said, raising his eyebrows.
“Oh, I like him and he’s so nice. I don’t think I’ve met anyone who’s happier now than before the power went off. I think if his mom was around he would be the happiest person on the planet,” Jasmine told Nathan with a little regret in her voice.
“I really like that kid,” Nathan said.
“John thinks you are some type of god sent here to walk among us mortals,” she told Nathan.
“Damn, that sounds cool,” Nathan said, thinking about it and making her laugh.
She got a serious look on her face that he had learned to avoid from the women he dated. “Nathan, you have good friends with families. Why haven’t you married?” she asked.
Last night he had pulled out his computer and shown them pictures and videos of him with his four friends and their families. “I don’t know, haven’t found the right one I guess,” he said.
“You’re not like a serial killer or a man that collects morbid things are you?” Jasmine asked seriously.
“Well I have to admit I’ve killed over twenty people in the last week. I collect guns, knives, video games, gold, and military equipment,” he admitted.
She shook her head. “You know what I mean.”
“Ah no, I don’t. I met you less than forty-eight hours ago, Jasmine,” Nathan reminded her.
She laughed, spilling her coffee. “I’m sorry, you’re right. I feel like I’ve known all of you for years,” she said, shaking the coffee off her hand. “I’m just trying to figure out why a woman hasn’t wrestled you to the altar.”
Shrugging his shoulders, he said, “Guess I haven’t found one who knows how to wrestle. What about you?”
“What about me?” Jasmine asked.
“Are you engaged?” he asked, not seeing any rings on her hands. “I mean, I don’t see a ring or any jewelry.”
“I usually don’t wear much more than earrings, but seeing what happens when you bring attention to yourself, I took them off when all this started. But to answer your question, yes I was, till I caught him with a girl when I went home on spring break. I wanted to surprise him and boy, was I surprised,” she said, forcing a smile.
“I’m sorry I asked,” he said, feeling awkward.
“No its okay, I just couldn’t believe he’d do that. Everyone told me but I wouldn’t listen,” she said.
“Well we all have to do something that makes no sense every once and a while,” he said.
Jasmine looked back at Amanda where she was sprawled out. “That girl is amazing. I don’t think I could’ve lived through what she has been through and remain sane. Don’t you think she and John should be more mournful?” Jasmine asked him. Yesterday when Nathan told her Amanda’s story, Jasmine wanted to go to Atlanta and start mowing down people.
“That child is tough,” Nathan admitted. “And to answer your question, no, people live for the day now. If you start feeling mournful you’ll die, and those two know that. Any that don’t know that will die off. Bereavement will come in time,” Nathan said, looking out across the water.
She nodded her head, thinking about Nathan’s answer and liking it. “You ready to start the day?” Jasmine asked.
“Hell no, but let’s do it anyway,” he said walking over to wake the two up.
John jumped up and pulled on his new pants with little effort. It took Ares licking her face for Amanda to get up. Jasmine had joined the group workouts yesterday morning and John just about passed out when she put her arms around his neck in a chokehold. They were practicing how to get out of holds and Nathan was sure if Jasmine tried to choke out John, he wouldn’t fight and would in fact probably volunteer. After that Nathan was the one who worked with John in hand to hand.
After they went through the morning routine they ate and packed up. It was just after eight as Nathan sat there looking around the clearing, lost in thought. This spot held a lot of good memories for him in the short time they’d been there, and he just wanted to savor it. He had taken a ton of pictures but Nathan just wanted to burn it in his mind. Ares brought him back to the world by rubbing his head on Nathan’s lap.
“Okay, we’re leaving,” Nathan said, reaching down and rubbing Ares’ head. He climbed to his feet and shouldered his pack, then turned around and headed throug
h the woods till he reached the dirt road. They started off in single file at first; Amanda was behind him with her AK across the front of her chest and the little .38 on her hip. John had the shotgun across his chest and had given Jasmine the 9mm. She carried it in the front pouch of the belt to her pack that locked around her waist.
Nathan turned around and walked backwards for a moment, taking them all in. He smiled as he looked at John, who was beaming from ear to ear as he walked along at the back of the group. Nathan turned back around and followed the road.
He led the small group along the dirt road, pointing out things of interest as they went along. It was when Nathan noticed a church up on the right that he stopped, holding up his hand. He pulled out the map to check where they were as the others came around him.
“Are you lost?” Amanda asked, grinning.
“No, I’m looking for a tree to tie you to,” Nathan said, looking up from the map to the church.
“You aren’t leaving me so forget it,” she said.
Nathan lowered the map and looked at her. “Amanda, I think Ares would whine until I came back and got you.”
Shock spread across her face. “You wouldn’t?” she almost shouted.
“Well yeah, I’d whine too,” he admitted. “For about an hour,” he mumbled and she hit his arm. “Okay,” Nathan said, smiling.
Jasmine came over. “What are you studying so hard?” she asked.
“Making sure I’m adding right,” he said.
“Adding up what?” Jasmine asked.
“Well, it’s 10:30 and according to the map we’ve gone nine miles in two and a half hours.”
“Really, it doesn’t seem like it,” she said, peering down at the map.
“You added wrong, Nathan, that’s over three miles an hour and the best we’ve done is two and a half. Unless we’re getting away from something then we do three,” Amanda said, counting on her fingers.
“Like I’m going to take the word of someone who counts on their fingers,” Nathan said, grinning.
“You count on yours,” she shot back.
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