Free Hell Bound (Book 1): A Vacation From Hell by Kathy Dinisi

ready our      
          generation is for
    The zombie apocalypse
             “Unknown”
                 
                 
     
     
     
                                As we open the trunk and dig through the bags of food, we pull out six granola bars, two for each of us. Not much of a breakfast, but we need to ration our food supplies.
                  I pass each of us a water bottle. Stretching my back and my legs as I walk, it feels so good. My body is so stiff from sleeping inside of the car all night.
                  Walking up the road to the little gas station, we can see a long line of cars waiting for the gas pumps, honking, yelling from the drivers.
                  We are very quiet this morning, keeping our eyes open for anything zombie-ish that may be moving in the bushes.   I check to make sure I have my hunting knife, tucked safely in my belt buckle, Mathews carries a backpack with three water bottles and two pop tarts. Kat carry’s a hunting knife that she keeps tucked into her shoe.  
                  These people are sure in a hurry to leave; they have no patience at all. Every other car is honking at the car in front of them. Like honking will make them go faster.
                  “Come on hurry up!” a man yells sticking his head outside of his front window.
      “What are we going to do? Just wait for our turn to get gas?” I ask.
    “Yup, we have no choice; we have less than a quarter of a tank. Plus we need a map,” Mathew says looking at all the cars.
                  “Kat and I will go get the map and you get in line to get the gas,” I say as I kiss him on his lips.
       “Be careful Sam, if you see any sign of trouble get out of there.”
        “I will I promise.” 
                  Mathew gives me a kiss again, reluctantly letting me go. Kat and I start to walk towards the direction of the gas station; I turn around to wave at Mathew. He’s staring at us; his expression is hard and nervous. We better hurry up.
                  Kat and I start walking faster to the front door of the gas station. Kat opens the door and lets me go in first. It’s just as full inside as it is outside. I see a sign next to the register saying
    Cash only! ATM machine out of order
        Luckily I have cash on me. I look around the gas station and notice that all the shelves are empty but a few odds and ends, like tampons and razors.
                  I notice the maps sitting on a turning shelf near the front door. I rush to the shelf and grab a map of California and a map of Arizona.  We will want to take side roads through California too. At this rate, it would be the safer thing to do.
                  There are two clerks at the register. A tall dark toned gentlemen, with dreadlocks; the second clerk is a short round Latino women. The man stands behind the register holding a shotgun in his hands. His face is so serious, any wrong move we make; he will use the gun on us.
                  It makes me very nervous. The women looks scared, she doesn’t say anything as she scans up the next customer in line and bags their items. It’s our turn to pay for the maps; she snaps the maps out of my hand and rings them up. Her hands are shaking as she bags our items.
                  I grab our bag and the change and we take off running outside. I see Mathew standing in line looking around. He looks like he is expecting something bad to happen.  He moved up one car length in fifteen minutes. It’s going to take us forever to get to the front of the line.
                  Kat and I run to him and I un- zip his backpack and put the maps inside. “The clerk in the gas station has a shotgun, they look pretty scared,” I mention as I check out all the impatient people in their cars.
      “Yeah, I’m