Not Dead in the Heart of Dixie by R Kralik Read Free Book Online Page B

especially HDI infected bodies.
    Carisa's not al lowed in public at all. I’m afraid she'll get "requisitioned." I'm worried they might want Jason and Marisa too, maybe even Mick.
    I wish he would come in and hold me. I know he has to mentally come to terms with what happened today, and he will protect his family at any cost, so I will not push him. Nothing is funny anymore.
     
     
    Saturday, January 4
    2:00 AM...
    We heard a huge explosion from the direction of town. It was so loud that it shook the ground and rattled the windows. If we didn't live where we do, I would've thought an earthquake had just occurred. Mick said he came up out of the recliner so fast that he almost hit his head on the ceiling. Marisa and Jason are coming down the hallway to see what's going on. I just heard Carisa's door open and she's headed out as well. Caleb, Amber, and Opie are still dead to the world asleep. I don't like using the d-e-a-d word to describe them. I might have to edit that out for my own sanity.
    We'll be up for the rest of the night.
    The power's out again and the phones are out as well, at least for us. We don't have any corded phones in the house so, when the power goes out, our wireless phone base goes dead and we can't use our phones. We have our cell phones but can't get through to anyone, not even by text, which makes them basically useless.
    Mick says the phone company relay stations usually switch to battery power when the electricity is off, and they could last as long as four hours. If I ever get to a store again, I plan to pick up a corded phone or two for "just in case." This will only work if the person I'm trying to call also has a corded phone, so I'll pick up a couple extras for Marisa and Nana.
    Mick and Jason are planning t o head into town this morning and see if they can find out what the loud explosion was. We've put off going back to the new house, now called "Caleb's house," until they get back from town. I'm afraid for them to go into town, but we need to find out what happened and we need any other local or national news we can get. I don't want either of them to go into town alone.
    Mick's in a snit this morning, worrying over his family in Michigan. There's no way we can hop in the Jeep and make a fourteen-hour trip to see about them. We can't get through to any of them on the phone.
    They're prepper's too. They have goats, chickens, rabbits, and pigs. I know they have plenty to eat. I just worry about someone attacking them and trying to take over their farm. Grampa also has an assortment of burglar deterrent devices and he's pretty darn good with a bow and arrow. I still worry about them. Mick has two brothers and two sisters who are all good with weapons. I pray they're all together and safe.
    I couldn't get through to Nana last night. I couldn't get through to the sheriff's department either. I hope Pop and Nana will stay inside and be on alert. I hope my sister, brother-in-law, and nephews are okay. Please Lord, let them be okay.
    Jason seems to be in a better mood and ate a big breakfast to make up for the empty stomach he had most of yesterday. His eyes still have that haunted look, but I think he has come to terms with the fact that he did what he had to do. We had cold cereal and fruit cups since I couldn't cook with the power out.
    Caleb won't allow Marisa to get more than five feet away. He's clinging to her like a small cashmere sweater on a big college girl. He's still calling her "You Momma!" and I believe she reminds him of his own Mom. Marisa and the girls spent an hour this morning, drilling him with subtle questions to try and find out where his brother and daddy might be.
    They found out that he's either two or three years old. Every time they ask how old he is, he holds up two little chubby fingers, then slowly puts a third finger up. He goes into snort giggle mode and pulls the third finger back down. We are dubbing him two and a half until we can get paperwork or the family bible