Visitors

I freeze and Duke gives a low bark and a growl. Conor comes over to me and slips a hand into mine. Max goes to the door and slowly opens it.

“Yes?” he says.

I can’t see the person on the other side but I can hear them.

“You are the ones that the military are looking for,” the person says. He sounds like a middle-aged male, and he smells human.

Max pauses and then nods.

“We will tell them but only after you leave. They say that you are like the zombies but you aren’t. You have a child and a dog.”

Max raises an eyebrow. “We do.”

“So we are letting you leave.”

“This is a trap?” Max asks.

“Yes, but not for you,” the voice sounds almost panicky. “It’s to find other survivors.”

Max nods. “We will leave soon. Can you tell them we are on foot?”

“Yes… Are you looking for a car?”

“We are.”

“There’s a few about a hundred yards down the road. Keep walking and you will find them.”

“Thank you,” Max says and I can hear he means it, although he is a little mystified. So am I though.

Max closes the door and looks at me. “We had better leave.”

I nod. Quickly we pile out of the camper. I spot a face ducking behind an abandoned truck and I give a wave. Then we are walking. I realise that these are the first humans who have not tried to kill us or imprison us. I’m still not certain we can call them friends.

Quickly we walk the distance. Not so fast that anyone would see we are moving at supernatural speed, but fast enough to eat the yards in less than five minutes. In front of us are three cars. They appear to be set out if an escape was needed.

“Should we take them?” I ask Max.

“They offered.” But I can see that he is worried.

Walking through the three I see another landrover that has been pushed to one side. It is older than the one we found Duke in but it seems to be fine. “What about that?” I ask, pointing at the abandoned vehicle.

“It could work.”

We walk over and Max checks it. Everything seems fine. He opens the door and turns the key that is sitting in the ignition. For a moment there is a strange whine and then the engine coughs into action.

I can’t help but grin. Opening the rear door behind the driver’s side I see a child’s seat. For a moment I wonder at the last owners. I just hope they found some help, but the fact that the 4×4 has been abandoned doesn’t bode well.

“Okay, Conor. There is a seat here.”

The kid scrunches his nose in distaste.

“I know you would probably survive a crash but we need to use it. So we blend in…” I say.

Conor nods. He isn’t happy but I can see that he accepts it. Meanwhile Max has been moving around the car. He has opened the boot and given a whoop. We both stop and look at him as he comes around and hands me and Conor a bottle of water.

“There’s food and water in the boot.”

“I’m surprised they haven’t scavenged it,” I say.

Max shrugs. “Don’t know why not, but it helps us.”

It really does.

I buckle Conor in as he takes huge slurps of water. Even Duke gets some as Max has found a dish and emptied a bottle in.

He climbs into the driver’s seat. I go around and hold the other door to the back open. “In, Duke.” He jumps up and settles onto the seat. I then get into the passenger side.

“Where to then?” Max asks.

“North,” I say.

He grins and backs the car out of the crush. As we leave I vow that I will return for Colin. I have to, even if I am a one woman rescue party.

This is the end of Book 1…

I will be editing this and popping the whole book up on Amazon.

Book 2 is planned and writing is underway, but it will be a book without the blog (sorry). There is a publication date of March 2016. Sorry about the wait.

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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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    Visitors – they have walked into a trap… The next part of The Gone. ‪#‎thegone‬ ‪#‎amwriting‬

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