Surviving Earth: Makayla's Journey by Cora A. Murray Read Free Book Online Page A

trust you to help keep us safe."
     
    Slapping a hand on the Land Rover, Logan interrupts us for a sec, "Well, she's full of gas. Where to next?" He asks looking directly at me. 
     
    "We're heading all the way to the Pacific Ocean. I have friends I need to find, but if you three want to leave us and go your own way, please feel free to take the SUV."
     
    Shielding my eyes, I look to both Lainey and Logan for their answer. "I honestly think it's safer to stay together. Don't you think so, Logan?" Lainey asks, looking to her brother.
     
    "We'll stick with y'all for the time being, but if I feel that it's putting my sister and nephew in danger, we will head out on our own." He says simply, walking over to grab some supplies from the truck.
     
    "Did he find any IV fluids?" I ask, once again worried about Gage.
     
    "Yes, and we need to get an IV in Gage and get some liquids going before it gets too late. We also need to clear out the doctor’s office. There are some things that may be helpful in there." Lainey says, walking towards the truck.
     
    Lainey, Logan and Ricky ride behind us in the Land Rover and I am glad to have two vehicles on the road. I felt better about our chances together than apart, but I know deep down that if there are any signs of trouble Logan will leave us in the dust. It is a fact I am ok with as long as he doesn't cause us any problems in the process. I trust his sister, but him, I do not. So far he hasn't tried to get to know any of us.
     
    Two hours later we pull to a stop at a rest area as the sun is making its way down to the Earth, it’s rays now casting deep shadows. Gage stirred once, moaning in his sleep. The antibiotics and fluids having an effect on the infection that is running rampant through his young body. His fever finally started dropping and he is beginning to feel cooler to the touch. I am ready for him to wake up. I need to know for sure he is going to be ok.
     
    Jumping down from the truck, one hand on the door the other on my Glock, I look around and know without a single doubt that we can't stay here tonight. The doors are full glass. Even if we can get them to lock, it is way too easy to break one.
     
    "Logan, this isn't going to work. The ease of access to us, just no. Even if we can get the freaking doors to lock behind us, just no. We need to find something safer." My words are jumbled, but I don’t care. I just know this place is unsafe.
     
    "Fine, but we need to find something soon or it'll be another night of constant driving." He replies.
     
    Damn it. I know he is right, but I’m not letting these kids stay here.
     

Chapter Ten
     
    The cars left in the parking area did offer us gas, which at this point, both vehicles need.
     
    "Blu, come guard while I syphon the gas." I say as I gather what I need.
     
    "Sure, Mak." He says casually.
     
    "Lainey, Logan, wanna try checking each car for needed supplies?" I ask looking in their direction.
     
    I know Logan isn't too happy about me making decisions on where we stay, but he can kiss my ass. I am not putting anyone's life in danger just because he finds it easier to stay here.
     
    After gathering what we can we hit the road again in search of a safe place to sleep. A few hours later we were all gathered together in a simple house we found along the road. After quickly checking the three rooms and the outside, we make quick work of securing it for the night.
     
    After laying Gage on the lone sofa, we set him up with his fluids and the antibiotics. I hold out hope he will wake up soon.
     
    "I'll take first guard duty. You guys get some rest." I say, rubbing my eyes.
     
    Sitting at the small kitchen table, I look into the night from the one lone window and let my thoughts drift a bit. My life has definitely taken some turns during the last two years; from living a life with my parents to now trying to survive with three kids to look after. My dad would tell me, "Mak, you have this. Go survive. Show ‘em who