The third part of my ongoing post-apocalyptic sci-fi story MEET ME AT THE FALLS has taken a long time to finish. I know. As do the two other authors Ben and John. But it's the best, and most important, part of the story thus far so we took great care crafting the Murphy family's decline. The October release date will be announced soon, along with the book cover. We absolutely can't wait for you to read Part 3, but in the meantime, enjoy this excerpt from Edwin & Tricia's story. Last we saw them, the kids were trapped on the burned-out highway to Seattle...when the Scavengers appeared.
MEET ME AT THE FALLS - PART 3 - SUBMERSION
An excerpt from THE KIDS:
They all heard the screams. The Scavengers had finished rummaging through Dean’s caravan. And now headed for the their van. Tricia didn’t have another option. She ran.
And Edwin put his plan into action. He scampered to a jug of gasoline glugging onto the tarmac. Sloshed it into his arms. Tottered back to the cargo van, plugged a quick gallon into the tank, brought the jug inside and climbed into the driver’s seat. Edwin unlocked the parking brake. The van started rolling again, scraping against the guardrail.
"Hey, Edwin! Where ya goin'!?" George was all eyes with alarm. He stumbled after the van.
George dragged himself inside. Worked his way to the wheel. The boy let him take control, then jumped in back. He slid open the side door.
Out on the highway, Dean, Oren and the Ruined Man backed away from the swarm of bloody Scavengers. Their numbers had been cut in half, but they kept coming.
“Get in!” Edwin yelled.
Dean plucked a grenade from his belt. Ripped the pin. Lobbed it at the oncoming Scavengers. One picked it up and reared to throw when the grenade exploded. His hand and head vaporized first as the metal fragments blew the Scavengers to pieces. Dean, Oren and the Ruined Man dove into the van under the bloody rain.
On the other freeway, Tricia stuffed the fuel lines into her pocket. She sprinted for the overgrown sign, for safety, but stopped. Something caught her eye inside a car. She wriggled in through the broken window.
"TRICIA WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!?" Edwin screamed.
A moment later, Tricia climbed out with something clamped in her teeth: a brown stuffed animal. She dashed to the guardrail, wobbled onto it, and jumped for the vines. She held firm as several tore loose, swinging her down between the two freeways like a miniature Tarzan. Green leaves spiraled to the drowned streets below. Nimbly, the girl worked her way back up and hand over foot across the ivy.
As the highway sloped downward, the cargo van picked up speed. George maneuvered it against railing. Close as possible. Sparks flew as bumper and railing shrieked together. But the Scavengers kept pace. Feet slapping hard onto highway.
"Jump!" Edwin shouted through cupped hands. Oren held open the sliding door while Edwin stretched his arms to catch. “You’re gonna have to, Trish!”
The jump would be like threading a moving noodle, but they were all running out of time. Teeth dug into the stuffed animal, Tricia flung herself off the ivy. She soared into the wind, the breeze cooling her reddened cheeks. Hands grabbed her out of the air. The siblings collapsed inside the van in a tangle of arms and legs.
"GOTHUM!" Tricia mumbled through fur as she held up the fuel lines.
“A little late.” Dean tapped pockets, pouches, vest for full cartridges. None. Out of bullets. They all were.
“Oh fuck me. Fuck. FUCK!” shouted Oren. He threw his empty machine gun to the floor. Clattering. Silently, the Ruined Man withdraw a buck knife. And waited.
They weren't picking up enough speed. The Scavengers gained on the slowly rolling van. Dirty hands with dagger-like nails scraped against the rear door. Hammers and hatchets punctured the glass.
“They’re gonna get in!” George yelled.
Terrified, Tricia scampered into the front passenger seat next to him. Edwin looked from the Scavengers to the cans of food.
“Then let’s give them what they want.” Edwin reached for the door handles.
“Edwin! Don’t!” cried George, the rear-view mirror nothing but his huge eyes.
Edwin flung open the rear doors. The smell of rotten death filled the van. The Scavengers’ breath. The human monsters spotted food which only spurred them faster. Closer. Began pulling themselves inside. Sinewy arms reaching. Clawing. Tearing.
The Ruined Man took off fingers with his first strike. Into an eye socket with his second. Lost the blade when it stuck in ribs.
A Scavenger clutched Oren's ankle. Pulled. Feet flew out and his head cracked onto the unyielding floor. His eyes rolled crazily with concussion. The Scavengers dragged Oren into their writhing masses, thirty hungry mouths with a single thought.
Out of ammo, Dean couldn't even spare Oren from his misery. No one could do anything.
"H-Help! You gotta—!" Oren's eyes bulged impossibly big. His body disappeared in the crimson sea of Scavengers, only his voice escaping. "Don't let! Agh! DON'T LET THEM EAT—!”
Something chewed through Oren's larynx, silencing his cries. Leaving Oren alive as they ate him. The man's life spilled onto the highway in a great, red pool.
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