Free The Beginning of the End (Book2): Road to Damnation by Sean Kidd

“Maybe he knew.”
    Sophie looked up,
confused about Mom’s comment.
    “Sophie, maybe Bob
knew the two of you needed that rifle for a greater reason. In a way,
he may have sacrificed himself to save all of us. Bob put that rifle
in your hands, and you did just that. Maybe he knew we’d help you
save the world. We’ll do it for Bob’s sacrifice.”
    Sophie dried her eyes
while Charger bombarded her with kisses. Not expecting the sloppy
tongue, she pulled away and laughed.
    “I guess she knew you
were upset.” Chevy laughed.
    Sophie gave Charger a
deep tissue rub behind her ears, “I love you too, girl.”
    Everyone laughed as
Charger crawled into the seat dropping her seventy-pound frame on
Sophie’s bladder, “How much further? I suddenly have to pee.”
    “About two minutes,”
I said over my shoulder, “we’re just about there. This is where
Chevy and I fish for bass in the summer. This is the part of the lake
that turns into a swamp. The fish love it.”
    “Hey, Ty. Remember
that time you snagged that huge beaver. That thing was scary as hell.
It was right off that point over there.” Chevy said, pointing out
the window.
    “Yeah, thanks for
reminding me. I lost a seven dollar lure on that beaver.”
    We all chuckled as we
crossed the train tracks leading to the ferry entrance.
    We crested the final
hill as the ferry dock came into sight. I thought coming here would
be a good idea. The advantages were, the ferry dock had food, gas,
and the majority of the residents who stayed there in the summer left
by September.
    It was October 14th,
and they’d be long gone by now. The one potential problem I could
see, the ferry dock was at the bottom of a quarter mile hill. The
hill was the only way in or out of the ferry docks. If we got trapped
down there, we’d have nowhere to run. We’d have to put up a hell
of a fight or we’d die.
    It didn’t matter now,
this Humvee was almost out of diesel There was no place as safe as
this for miles. We’d have to chance it. I checked my side mirror. I
was happy to see Cowboy was still behind us.
    If he had any thoughts
about ditching us, this would have been his best chance. His vehicle
was loaded up with all the supplies, and we’d never be able to give
pursuit. The Jeep was too fast, our Humvee would never catch it, plus
he knew we were low on fuel.
    I reached out the
window and gave him a, “Follow me,” wave. We took the hill down
to the docks slow and steady. Chevy and I scanned in every direction
looking for anything dangerous, or to paraphrase, zombies.
    Port Kent offered ferry
service for over a hundred years from N.Y. to Vermont during the
summer months. Even though it was an hour trip one-way, it was a
popular summer destination for walkers and bicyclists. The advantage
being, it docked right in the city of Burlington. Giving New York
residents the opportunity to bike the many Green Mountain trails or
even enjoy a walk on its famous Church Street Market Place without
having to ride in a car for an hour.
    The ferry dock was also
home to a small marina, where local Port Kentians could dock their
vessels. Being this late in October, only two boats remained, an
older green cabin cruiser and a fancy looking white Baja speedboat
with a red stripe. In another month, and with no one to pull them
out, they’d succumb to the ice, and then sink to the bottom during
the spring thaw.
    “Where’s the gas
tank?” Chevy asked.
    “It’s behind the
concession building. There’re two tanks, one’s diesel, and the
other is regular gas. We’re gonna need both, so have Luther help
you grab both hoses.”
    “You got it,
Two-gun,” he said while giving me a Gomer Pyle salute.
    I crawled out of the
Humvee and walked over to Cowboy and the girls. “Why don’t you
girls check out the gift shop and cafeteria while Cowboy and I check
out the ferry. But be careful. There could be zombies in there.”
    Mom and Sophie had the
M4s. Sage took the HK-416 that she had first used