Open Roads (7 page)

Two more gunshots.

He jogged down the center lane in the back of the store, glancing down each aisle to his right and left as he passed them.

As he came to the plumbing area, he looked down the aisle to his right. Displayed on the walls on either side were water faucets and various sink parts. In the middle of the aisle, four bodies lay sprawling. Blood soaked the floor. Will stood in the middle of the aisle, his shotgun in hand, trying to calm a man down.

“Will,” Gabriel said, and he hurried over.

Gabriel looked down to the bodies as he passed them. Three of them were women and one was a male — all of them Empty. The man and one of the women wore the same orange aprons as the Empty in the garden center had sported.

“You alright?” Gabriel asked Will.

Will nodded.

Gabriel turned his attention to the stranger in the red t-shirt and dark jeans, who had his hand over his heart, trying to catch his breath. He was black, and looked to be in his late 30s or early 40s.

“Thanks so much, man,” the guy said. “Holy shit.” He ran both his hands through his short afro and said, “My name’s Charlie Luck.”

“Luck? No shit,” Will said, taking the man’s hand and smiling. “I’m Will Kessler.”

Gabriel stuck out his hand. “Gabriel Alexander.”

“Good to meet you gentlemen,” Charlie said. “Where you from?”

“All over,” Will said. “We all kinda met in Nashville, and now we’re headed to D.C. That’s where Gabriel’s from and where his family is.”

“I see. Any contact with them?”

Gabriel shook his head.

“Sorry, man,” Charlie said. “What are you guys doing here?”

“Been having trouble finding gas,” Will replied. “We came in here hoping to find a hose and maybe a gas can or two.”

“Definitely not gonna find any cans,” Charlie said. “Those’ve been gone a while.”

“You’ve been here?” Gabriel asked.

Charlie nodded. “Many times.”

Gabriel turned, readying the rifle to his shoulder, when he heard approaching footsteps.

“It’s just me,” Holly said.

She showed her face around the corner of the aisle’s end cap. Holly’s eyes widened when she looked to the floor and saw the bodies, and then she hurried over to Will.

“You okay?” Holly asked him.

“Fine. Where’s Jessica and the kids?”

“In the van, keeping an eye on things.”

While Will explained to Holly what had happened, Charlie turned and stepped around the back corner of the aisle. When he reappeared, he wore a jacket and was adjusting the collar. Gabriel pushed past Will. Charlie looked up just as Gabriel approached him, and he opened his eyes wide and raised his eyebrows. Gabriel grabbed Charlie by the collar and slammed him against a display of faucet parts.

“What the fuck, man?” Charlie said.

“Gabriel!” Will yelled.

“Where’d you get that jacket?” Gabriel asked.

“What?” Charlie asked, face painted with confusion.

Together, Will and Jessica worked to pry Gabriel away from Charlie, who lost his balance and fell onto the ground. He stumbled to his feet again and backed away.

“Let me go,” Gabriel demanded. “He’s wearing my fucking jacket!”

The blue ski jacket looked identical to the one he’d grabbed at the sporting goods store right after The Fall.

“You’re crazy, man,” Charlie said. “This is my jacket. It was a Christmas gift.”

“Let it go, Gabriel,” Holly said. “That’s a common jacket.”

Gabriel didn’t buy the lie. “Take it off and show me the tag.”

“What?”

Gabriel drew his sidearm and pointed it at Charlie, who put his hands up and moved backward away from the group.

“Gabriel, chill out,” Will said.

“What the fuck?” Charlie said.

“Quit backing up,” Gabriel said. “Pull off the jacket and show me the tag. If it’s my jacket, it won’t be there because it got ripped off in a struggle with an Empty. That whole part of the inside is torn.”

Sweat pouring down his face, Charlie said, “Come on, man. I told you, this was a Christmas gift from my mother.”

“Show me the tag,” Gabriel said, shaking the weapon at Charlie. “I’m not gonna ask you again.”

“Charlie?” a female voice called out.

Will and Holly raised their weapons, aiming them in the direction of the new voice.

“Who is that?” Will asked.

A woman appeared at the end of the aisle, and she drew her own gun, holding it up in front of her face and pointing it at Gabriel. She didn’t have a clear shot with Charlie standing between them, and Gabriel quickly grabbed Charlie, turned him toward the woman, and held the handgun affixed to Charlie’s temple.

“Drop it,” Gabriel demanded.

Hands shaking, the woman continued pointing the gun at the group.

“Drop it, now, or he’s done.”

His voice shaking, Charlie said, “Do it, Claire.”

Claire’s hands continued to shake. She looked to be in her mid to late twenties, around the same age as Jessica and Holly. She looked more than uncomfortable holding a gun.

“Do it!” Charlie said once more, and the girl finally kneeled down and placed the gun on the ground.

“Kick it over here,” Gabriel said.

Claire kicked the gun, sending it floating over the tile floor. It landed just to Gabriel’s right, and Holly kneeled down to pick it up.

With Charlie his captive and Claire unarmed, Gabriel pulled at the back of the jacket collar and smiled. He leaned out of the way so the rest of his group could see that the jacket had been torn where the tag should’ve been, just like he’d said. Will’s face turned from feeling confusion over how they’d got into this situation to anger. He pulled Charlie away from Gabriel, pushed him against the display wall, and punched him square in the jaw. Charlie crumbled to the ground and Claire cried out.

“Is it just you two?” Will asked Charlie.

“Y-yes,” Charlie replied.

Will drew his own sidearm, pointed it down at Charlie’s head, and asked again.

“Yes, I promise!” Charlie cried.

 
Gabriel kept a steady aim on the woman, watching to make sure she didn’t do anything rash, while Will put away his gun, reached down, and picked up Charlie. He grabbed Charlie’s shoulders and yanked the jacket off of him, then threw it back to Gabriel. Will then looked back to the rest of the group.

“Come on, let’s go,” he said.

“That’s it?” Gabriel asked. “They know the vehicle we’re in and everything.”

“They’re not gonna come after us,” Will said.

“How can you be so sure?” Gabriel asked, keeping his gun aimed at Claire.

“Come on,” Will said again.

Gabriel peeked over his shoulder to see Will walking away, and then he looked back to Charlie. Charlie had his eyes on Will and said, “Wait.”

Gabriel looked back again to see that Will had stopped and turned to face Charlie. Gabriel followed his gaze back to the cowering man on the floor, waiting for him to speak.

“You saved my life,” Charlie said. “I would’ve been eaten by those things if you hadn’t showed up.”

“Consider it a goodwill gesture,” Will said.

“Let me pay you back,” Charlie said.

Gabriel narrowed his eyes. “How, and
why
the fuck would you do that?”

Charlie looked down to the ground and shook his head. “Look, man, I’m sorry that I broke into y'all’s van and stole your jacket and gasoline. We’re just out here trying to survive like y’all are. You gotta understand that.”

“Yeah,” Gabriel said. “That’s why we’re leaving.”

Gabriel lowered the gun and turned around. He nodded to Will, signaling to him that he was right in saying they needed to go try to find a hose and then get out of there.

“We have gasoline,” Charlie said.

Gabriel immediately looked to Will and shook his head. Will’s eyes moved back and forth between Gabriel and Charlie.

“Where?” Will asked.

“About twenty minutes from here,” Charlie said. “We have a place up in the mountains. None of these monsters are up there.”

Gabriel laughed, “What? So we’re just supposed to follow you up into the middle of nowhere and expect you’re just gonna give us some gasoline?”

When he looked back to Will and Holly, neither of them were laughing.

“I owe you guys my life,” Charlie said. “We’re good people up there, and we don’t mean you any harm. We’re just trying to survive this mess, just like y’all.”

“How much can you give us?” Will asked.

Gabriel scoffed and said, “You’re not really considering this, are you?”

Will pulled Gabriel aside, out of earshot of both Charlie and Claire.

“Look, I’ve got a pretty good read on people,” Will said. “They aren’t a threat to us. I saw it in his eyes when I saved him. Just trust me on this one, okay?”

To Gabriel, none of this felt right. He simply wanted to get the fuck out of there and get on with their business. All he cared about was getting to his wife and kid, and he could give two shits about either of these people or their group up in the mountains. But when he looked into the face of not only Will, but Holly, as well, he knew he’d be fighting a battle he wouldn’t win. So, instead of throwing a verbal jab, he simply sighed.

“We go there, we get gas, and we leave,” Gabriel said. “Cool?”

Will nodded. “Cool.”

He patted Gabriel on the shoulder, then turned back to Charlie and Claire.

“So, where exactly is this place you speak of?”

CHAPTER EIGHT

Will followed Charlie and Claire through the exit located at the rear of the store. Outside, Charlie and Claire’s four-door sedan sat nearly blocking the back door, giving the door just enough room to swing open. The vehicle looked to be in less-than-stellar condition, the right side of the front end bashed in.

“I think you guys need a new car,” Will said.

Claire said, “We’ve got others at camp. We just use this one for runs since it’s already beat-up.”

“How many times have you guys made this trip down here?” Will asked.

“Too many to count,” Charlie said. “This is a small town, and it’s gotten easier and easier to come down here because less people have been around. Not really sure if they’re staying in their homes or… well…”

“Yeah,” Will said, not needing Charlie to finish the sentence. He assumed the latter, unsaid notion that people were either not surviving, or worse, being possessed by the Empties.

An engine hummed at the far corner of the building, and Will looked over to see the minivan coming toward them. Gabriel brought the van to a stop a car-length away from the sedan’s front bumper, and then he and Holly stepped out of the front seat. Jessica remained in the middle row with the kids.

“How far you say this place we’re going is?” Gabriel asked.

“We’re gonna go east down the interstate for about five miles, then we’ll have a twenty minute hike up into those mountains over there,” Charlie said, pointing out to the horizon.

Gabriel scoffed. “Well, I can tell you right now that we’re not gonna make it up any mountains. We’d be lucky to get that five miles down the interstate on the fuel we’ve got in the tank.”

From the driver’s side of the sedan, Charlie smiled, hinged over on one foot, and popped the trunk. He walked around to the back of the car, reached into the trunk, and pulled out a five gallon gas can.

“This one should have enough inside to get you where we’re going,” Charlie said. He offered the gas can to Gabriel.

Hesitance in his eyes, Gabriel slowly put his hands out to take the gas can.

“Thanks,” Gabriel mumbled.

“No problem, man,” Charlie said.

Will walked to the passenger side panel door of the van and slid it open. He pulled out the handgun they’d taken from Claire, and handed it over to Jessica.

“You mind putting that back there for now?” Will asked.

Jessica reached back and placed the gun into one of the duffle bags.