Walkers (Book 2): The Rescue by Zelda Davis-Lindsey Read Free Book Online

can't handle many more people in here, the food and water is getting scarce and our medical supplies are dismal.  Of course, in four days it won't matter anymore."
         "I would think with basic supplies getting low, they would encourage people to leave."
         Northern Uncle Bill made a sound that was similar to a dog clearing their nose or a muffled sneeze.  Clearly he disagreed.  "The blast radius will be 100 miles so that means we need to leave by 5 pm Sunday in order to achieve maximum safe distance."  Northern Uncle Bill said crossing his arms over his belly.  I think he thought it made him look important, I thought it looked confrontational but hey, who am I?
          "Sunday?  We are not waiting till Sunday to leave.  I'm not taking any chances on managing to get to a  'maximum safe distance'   If we leave tomorrow we can be in Montana when it goes off."  Mason replied, "It will take half an hour to get off this mountain, then the land is so flat the blast wall will travel pretty fast.  If we cut it that close we'll need to be underground rather than far away."
         "Mr. Mason, is it?"  He knew his name, he was just being an ass.  "I'm sure you may think you know what the situation is, but I beg to differ."
         "Mr. May,"  Mason began.
        "Doctor May."  He said, puffed up like a toad ready to do battle.
        "OK, Dr. May, we just got here, so I think we know a little bit more about the route we need to take than you, who've been sitting on his..."
         "Well, this is going well, don't ya think?"  I said, jumping between the two of them.  "Uncle Bill," and putting my hand up in a stop-right-there signal, "we went to a lot of trouble to find a place that would keep us safe after we leave here, just in case we left too late.  Mason is right.  The blast wall is going to travel much faster over flat land, so we have no chance of outrunning it.  We'd have to hide.  Just in case that should happen, we found a place far enough from here to be safe so stop pissing off everyone and lets figure out a way out of here."  I was out of breath by the time I finished.  Mason had walked to the end of the room and stood with hands in his pockets staring at a spot on the floor.  I could tell by the tension in his shoulders, he was infuriated. Not bad, it only took him 3 minutes to become frustrated while it took us years.   Northern Uncle Bill just glared at me.  George and Ken were staring at the floor.
         "Well, it looks like Margie's daughter grew up."  He said tilting his head back and literally looking down his nose at me.
         "Dad, be nice."
         "Why does everyone think I'm not being nice?"  Oh well, that answer would just take too much time to answer.  So I ignored it.
         "Do you have a plan or do we need to come up with one?"  Mason said, almost growling.  You could see the white line along his jaw where he was clinching his teeth.  I sent him some love, and he took a deep breath, letting it out slowly.  Then he smiled at me, nodded and rotated his shoulders.  He'd be ok for a bit.  I just needed to keep them apart for awhile.
         "I believe I was the one to send the information out so Ken could get it to you in Montana.  I'm also the one that will get us out of here, we just needed a little help from the outside to get clear of this mountain."
         "Well, then, we will just let you lead the way out of here then."  Mason said, then walked to the door, unlocked it and stomped out.
         "I can't abide insolence," Uncle Bill griped.  He was still puffed up although his feathers were now ruffled.
         "We aren't tallying up who has done what.  We got here, we just need your plan to leave.  As to insolence, you encourage it from everyone and most people are able to resist or just don't care.  Mason cares, so don't push him to far.   You won't like the results."
         He turned and "harrumphed" at me.