Free walkers the survivors by Zelda Davis-Lindsey Page B

they had their own beds, with bath in the big clinic.  Sam offered to drive the bus which we could then use for supplies.
        The disaster relief bus looked like it hadn't seen much duty.  Nearly all shelves were full, cots and blankets competed with tents and raincoats.  Portable potties took up some room and toilet paper abounded.  Hmm.  Randy offered to drive the disaster bus leaving Lacy to drive the RV by herself.  She said she didn't mind as long as she could borrow Clarissa to keep her company.
         I finally managed to talk Mason into telling the story of the trip they went on.  They'd approached the facility very slowly, stopping about a half mile out to check it out with binoculars. There was a lot of walkers, military personnel it looked like, so they had to devise a diversion of some sort.  After digging around in the RV a few minutes they found some flares and turned it towards the facility so that as it approached it didn't appear to be moving, just getting larger.  Randy  made a sort of sling shot  and when they got close enough they launched some flares at the other end of the lot.  When the walkers converged on the flares, the guys crept inside and done some digging around.
         The Disaster and hospital buses were near the gate, probably because they'd planned to take them on a mission, the doors standing open, batteries dead so they scavenged around and found outfits with batteries that would start the buses.  There was a brief time when they were discovered and had to send more flares out, and chop off some heads before they could continue, finding MRE's (Meals ready to eat) and rocket launchers and machine guns before they headed out.  Securing the gate, to make sure no walkers roamed about outside their enclosure unattended, so to speak.
         They hadn't noticed anymore road problems and wildlife was abundant which was good sign that walkers were absent.  They had a tendency to chase wildlife, which is too amusing to talk about.
        We spent a lot of time inspecting the new rides, refueling everything and in general wasting another day but we were ready to leave early the next morning, expecting to be at our destination by dark. 
         Expectations are a lot of fun if they pan out.  Aren't they?
     
     
     

 
     
                                                                          CHAPTER 7
     
     
     
         We arrived at the turnoff to the springs a little after noon the next day.  We had run into absolutely no problems on the way...no backtracking, no herds or bridges out, nothing.  We were so shocked that at the turnoff we stopped and checked the map to be sure.  Everyone milled around the off ramp, taking potty breaks and stretching legs while we make certain that it was indeed the correct place.
         We'd been in the mountains for most of the morning.  The change in temperature and the smell in the air was the biggest indicators that we were out of the flat lands.  I didn't care.  I seemed to calm down and become less cranky in the mountains.  That's what Mason said, which made me frown, so I didn't dwell on it
         The road leading to the springs started out paved but turned to gravel after several miles and ran alongside a fast running creek most of the way.  I didn't like the idea of high canyon walls on each side either but I didn't see what choice we had.  I saw there were several bridges along the way and my stomach sank.  If we couldn't get over the bridges then the whole idea of the hot springs was a wash.  I had visions of living in a warehouse for the next eight months and started to sweat.
         "Say, guys, guess what day it is?"  Duke asked wanting to show off his handy dandy new atomic clock he has in the Dukemobile.  When we all just stood there and waited, then he sighed and yelled "Labor Day."  Then did a soft shoe dance and stood expectantly