The Road

“She said nothing else, just that you are gone once you catch it,” I say.

“Gone… That could mean anything?” Max exclaims.

Colin stays thoughtful, just looking around us.

“What?” I say, noticing Colin’s wariness. “You expecting a horde of zombies to appear.”

I say it with a smile but when he looks at me his face is very serious. “I don’t know.”

“What?” I say, shock filtering through me like ice water.

“Well,” Colin says, still scanning the area with wary eyes. “We don’t know anything.”

“So, we have to find out,” Max says.

“Where?” I say. I can feel the frustration building. We have been around and around this conversation and it is getting us nowhere.

“We need somewhere with power,” Max says.

I look up and down the street. There is no sign of any power or any people anywhere.

“If we had power than we could go online.”

Online… “No,” I say suddenly. “All we need is a smart phone!”

How could I have forgotten? My smart phone will access the internet. It is as if I have brain freeze, my mind has not been thinking logically. Going back to the car I reach for my bag and fumble inside. In my defence I don’t use the phone much, just for emails, but I should have worked it out. As I reach for it I just hope that there is a full battery. Flipping it on I wait a moment. There is three quarters of a battery and I sigh with relief. It is short lived as it flashes, no signal.

“I can’t connect,” I say. The guys are looking over my shoulder and sigh.

“Mine says the same,” Colin says.

“Why didn’t you say?” Max asks.

Colin just shrugs. It reminds me that I don’t know anything about these guys. Only that I have spent the last hour and a half with them. I check the time again. An hour and a half, that is all it has been since we landed. It feels like ages.

“What about WiFi?” Max says.

“No power,” Colin reminds him.

“I know, but what about somewhere with power.”

“Like?”

“Hospitals have generators…” Max says.

“They stop the signal, some sort of jamming device,” I say. I only know this because I had sprained my ankle last year. Sitting in A&E, I had been annoyed that there was no way to check my email.

“Not in the wards,” Max says. “And anyway there will be information there. Maybe even an emergency centre.”

I nod, although I feel uneasy. There are no sounds of sirens or cars. Surely we aren’t too far from the fire to hear something…

“Where’s the nearest hospital?” I ask. I am not sure about this area.

Max points up the road, away from the smoke, Heathrow and further from my friend.

“Hillington,” he says.

“How far?” Colin says.

“Half an hour by car.”

“What’s that, an hour on foot?” Colin says.

Max nods and I sigh. We have to get answers but I feel at a loss the further away from Mel we go. Still as the guys go back to the car and get a water bottle each, I join them, taking two. Luckily my bag will hold them. Then we set out. I keep an eye on the houses, looking for any sign of life, any sign of a curtain twitching, anything.

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About Kate

Kate Murray has recently completed her Masters in Creative Writing and is currently working as an illustrator and writer. Her first anthology of short stories ‘The Phantom Horse’ was published in December 2013 and she subsequently has had another anthology published by Raging Aardvark; “Love Just Is” looks at the truth of love, in all its guises from romantic to obsessive. She is currently working on an anthology of ghost stories which should be published at the end of October 2014 and is also writing her first novel. Kate runs two blogs, one is about her life as a writer (kate0murray.wordpress.com) and the other is a serialisation of a novel, “The Gone”; a disaster hits the world while Bitsy is on a flight from Italy. She lands to find that the world is completely altered and she must learn to survive in a place where everyone is not who they appear to be (thegone.wordpress.com). Kate has had short stories published in magazines and e-zines, including ‘The Lampeter Review’, ‘Jotter’s United’, and ‘What The Dickens’. She has had short stories included in the ‘Twisted Tales 2013’ anthology published by Raging Aardvark, and the ‘Busker Anthology’ and ‘Spooky Tales Anthology’ published by What the Dickens. Kate’s artwork has been exhibited at the Museum Of Modern Art in Machynlleth where she was selected after entering the art competition and at Aberglasney Gardens as part of the Mid Wales Art group. Her artwork has been published by companies from Norway to Australia and her latest works will have illustrations in it. She has also had a series of line drawings published by Staffordshire Wildlife Trust in their biodiversity action plan. Kate currently works in the foothill of the Cambrian Mountains where she has a purpose built workshop that she affectionately calls her ‘house’ as she spends far more time in there than anywhere else.
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  1. Kate says:

    Reblogged this on Kate Murray and commented:
    The beginning of Chapter 4.

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