Free Bug Out! Part 5: RV Flight from Terror by Robert Boren Page A

into somebody here.”
    “Thanks for making me feel at ease,” Jane said.
    “Just trying to use my head,” Frank said. “I’m more worried about the Sheriff. Hope none of the bad guys got away. They might be telling their friends to get on the road and do something.”
    “You think that’s likely?” Jane asked.
    “Maybe.”
    They settled down into the drive, silent for close to an hour. Jane looked into the rear view mirrors often. Lucy got on Frank’s lap after a while and settled in. The sun was starting to get lower in the sky.
    “Soft drink?” Frank asked.
    “Yes, that sounds good, honey,” Jane said.
    Frank got up. Lucy jumped to the floor and went into her bed. He got to the back, and heard Mr. Wonderful meow. “Don’t worry, old boy, it won’t be too much longer,” Frank said as he opened the fridge, pulling out a couple of soft drinks.
    “Bring some apples up here, will you?” Jane asked.
    “Sure,” Frank said. He opened one of the bins in the fridge and pulled two of them out. Then he closed the fridge doors and put the bungee cord back on. He walked up to the front and sat back down.
    “Mr. Wonderful doing okay back there?” Jane asked.
    Frank opened a soft drink and gave it to her.
    “Well, he meowed at me. Sounded kind of like a protest. He doesn’t look happy.”
    “He’ll live,” Jane said. She took a big drink of her soft drink, and put it in the drink holder. Frank handed her an apple. She smiled at him and took a bite.
    “Think we should listen to the radio?” Frank asked.
    “You can try to find something, but we’re pretty far away from the nearest town. I’d be surprised if you get much of anything.”
    Frank leaned over to the radio and switched it on, then hit the seek button. Nothing but a real scratchy country western music station.
    “So much for that,” Frank said. He turned off the radio.
    “Why don’t you check the GPS on my phone and see how much farther we have to go?”
    Frank picked it up off of the dash. “No dice, no bars. We really are in deadsville.”
    “I think we’re in in Goblin Valley,” Jane said, snickering. “Reminds me of a Twilight Zone episode.”
    Frank laughed. He opened his soft drink, and took a big gulp. Then he set it in the drink holder and took a bite out of his apple. “These apples are right on the verge,” he said.
    “Yeah, that’s why I’ve been telling you to eat them for the last few days. They’re still alright, though.”
    “Barely.” They were silent for another stretch, watching the scenery go by, and the shadows get longer.
    “There’s a sign for I-70,” Frank said, pointing.
    “We must be getting close, then. Look, Charlie’s got his turn signal on. Next off ramp.”
    Charlie made the turn off of route 24, followed by Jerry. Jane followed them down. Frank moved around so he could see backwards from the passenger side mirror, and saw the line of coaches following.
    “Good, here before dark,” Frank said. “Perfect.”
    The RV Park was down the road about five miles, and off to the left about three blocks. The town was a little larger than Frank expected, but this park was definitely on the outskirts. Charlie got into the staging lane in front of the park and pulled all the way forward. There was only room for about five rigs, but the road leading up to the driveway was long and empty, so all of the coaches in the group could pull up and wait. Charlie and Hilda got out of their car and went into the office. Jerry and Jasmine followed them.
    “Let’s go,” Frank said. Jane shut off the engine, and they both got out the door, pushing Lucy back before they shut it. They walked to the office and went in the door.
    “Ah, here’s Frank and Jane,” Charlie said, smiling. “Folks, this is Kurt. His wife’s still at the clinic. She’ll be along in a while.”
    Kurt was a trim, fit looking man in his late sixties, with hair dyed back to the blonde of his youth. It looked a little comical on top of his