Free Death Has Fallen: Freedom Rock Chronicles: Book 1 by Kris Beus Page A

began falling upon us making me realize the time.  It would be dark within a matter of hours and with running into an undead out here we would have to pay more attention to safety than the previous nights. 
                  “Keep a look out for anywhere that looks safe enough to spend the night.” Turning my head slightly as I spoke.
                  In the corner of my eye I could see both heads nod.  The darkness was falling upon us making sight difficult.  As hours passed and we were stuck in the forest unable to see more than a few feet.  We had to build a camp.  We stayed close to the stream walking only a few yards before we found a suitable spot for camp.  Unlike the previous night we decided a fire was out of the question fearing it would draw unwanted attention.
                  We pulled the large blanket out laying it down first then the rest we laid down on top of the large one.  We used our packs for pillows and huddled together as the frozen air flowed above us freezing any skin not covered.  Without fire we had to smash together.  Jaime was in the middle since she was in the worst health.  Slowly time went on and like our first night in the woods every sound made all three of us bounce awake terrified of another encounter. The night seemed to drag for what felt like days and as each hour passed the cold became increasingly worse.  By the morning none of us were asleep.  We all sat looking towards the sky shivering uncontrollably.  The sun slowly rose pushing light through the thick forest.  No longer fearing a fire being seen in the dead of night I forced myself to get up and begin collecting sticks and logs. 
                  The fire burst into flames quickly and I could feel it pushing back the cold slowly at first.  After a few minutes the fire grew warming me and seeing this the other two joined me.  It took a while before the chill of last night was replaced by the warmth of the fire.  We ate another can of corn mainly for the energy so we could cover a lot of ground today.  Once again sharing the can equally and now having quite a bit of clean water with us we set off thankful to live safely through the night.
                  Once we covered a mile or so the physical activity warmed us.  We were a bit exhausted from the exertion, but happy we no longer laid on the cold ground.  The journey was full of thick woods forcing us to take our time navigating.  Even though the brush was thick we still put mile after mile behind us.  We began climbing a large hill.  The incline was not very steep, but forced us to slow our pace so we didn’t pass out from exhaustion.  Stopping only a couple times we reached the top and were thrilled to see a highway passing through the valley ahead.  With the excitement that we may be one step closer to our goal we were also fearful of more undead.
                  Taking a short break before the trek down the mountain we drank one of the gallon bags we had filled earlier dry.  Slowly we descended the hill and began walking down towards the road.  The area on this side of the hill was not nearly as thick with brush and trees making our journey a bit easier.  The sky had an oceanic blue quality without a cloud in sight.  As we came closer to the road our party immediately became noticeably quieter.  The road was lifeless, but this did little to ease our worry.
                  Stepping foot on the road was a joyful experience.  We were all feeling as if the quarry was finally within reach.  All of us began walking down the right side of the road thankful to be out of the bushes.  The flat land made travel easier and without any trace of undead, Jaime sparked up a conversation.
                  “What do you think the quarry will be like?” She asked quietly.
                  “I hope full of good people, safe from the disease, and still