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"Ricky?", I asked again, 'who were those guys?"

Ricky sighed, "I couldn't tell you exactly, all I know for sure is that their rich fuckers who consider themselves to be in charge of the remaining survivors. When I split off, I remember they were talking about taking Silverton, some city in Texas, from the hands of Delta Force and installing a socialist government."

'Same place were headed", I sighed.

"The good news is that they'll be far, far behind", Ricky said, "that Ford was their only team of advance scouts. When they don't report back, they'll put the Dreadnought out front. Even with twin engines, it's front wheel drive so it's slow as all fuck. We can more than stay ahead of it."

"How do you know this?", I asked.

"Because I used to be in charge", Ricky said, "the reason I left was because some of the others had gotten blood thirsty."

I sighed, 'why didn't you just order them to stand down if you were their CO?"

"I deserted them", Ricky said, "they were no doubt under orders to shoot to kill."

I sighed. There was a period of long silence.

"Here's the plan", I said, "we gas up the first chance we get, and we keep going till we hit Texas, the more distance we put between us and them the better."

"Sounds like a plan to me", Ricky said sliding back into his Renault. Abbie went back to the Focus and Raf and I climbed back inside the pick up. I put it in first, started the engine and once again, started forward.

It was a little over half an hour later, and teetering dangerously close to running out of diesel fuel that we pulled into a Shell-Clean Diesel gas station. Much to my surprise, it was occupied. There was a fuel tanker that was refilling the underground tanks, there were two other survivors that were gassing up what looked like their Daily pick ups. There was also a Humvee with a mounted Minigun with two Marines in it as well as a .40mm grenade launcher on the roof. As I pulled to a stop and killed the truck, I couldn't help but look over at Abbie and Rick, who were looking on in wonder.

"What the hell?", I asked myself as I stepped out of the truck, my M4 in hand, "Raf, you know how to gas the truck?"

"Yeah", Raf said, 'want me to do it?"

"Yeah", I said, "I'm gonna go talk to those marines. Jericho! Come on boy."

Jericho and Ricky followed me up to the Humvee while Abbie and Raf took care of the cars.

"Marines", I said as we walked up to them.

"What do you need civilian?", the guy on the Minigun said.

"My Name is Captain Cameron West", I said, 'Delta Force, this is Staff Sargent Ricky Taylor, US Army Rangers, we have news of an approaching enemy convoy, whose your commanding officer?"

"He's inside sir", the black marine said, "follow me."

The man lead me inside the convenience store, where I found more civilians, some running the actual store, while some others were running car parts and gun shops in the corners. The marine lead me into what used to be the storage area and still kind of was where there was a command post with seven more foot soldiers and a couple of snipers with Barrett .50 cals over their shoulders. The soldiers were huddled with an Israeli looking man around a spool of wiring with a map on it.

'Sir", the marine with me said, "I picked up Delta Force here, he and his ranger friend say that have news about an approaching enemy."

The Israeli looked up.

"What are your names men?"

"My name is Captain Cameron West", I said, "my friend here is Staff Sargent Ricky Taylor, we engaged an Advance enemy patrol about thirty minutes up the road from here. We managed to dispatch all tangos and destroy their vehicle, but my friend claims to be their former leader."

"Is this true?", the Israeli said.

"yes", Ricky said, "the convoy is composed mostly of high worth individuals, how ever, the guard detail is fiercely loyal and well armed, anything the other say, the guards will back up."

'What kind of numbers and firepower are we talking about?", one of the snipers asked.

"Detail consists of 70 men armed with AK-103 assault rifles and Mossberg 500 shotguns with Glock 21's as side arms. Vehicles consist of mostly high end sports cars, however they are in possession of an Abrams M1-A1 Main Battle tank with a full combat load and a Twin engined, Front Wheel Drive Semi trailer that can knock anything in it's way aside like nothing."

'Why is the Trailer's front wheel drive worth mentioning?", the second sniper asked.

"It makes the rig slow and vulnerable to mounted weapon emplacements", Ricky said, "it has a low top speed and can't take a corner very well, a .50 cal attack from either side would be devastating, but it will smash what ever it hits to pieces at it's top speed of 55 miles an hour. A single successful rig attack will vaporize any chance of winning an encounter."

"Hmm", the Israeli said, "thank you for informing me of this. I'll send word to General West back in Silverton and have him send more units my way. For now, I assume your headed to just that location?"

"Yes sir", I said.

"Then continue onward and warn the Delta Commandos there", he answered, "Report to General West once you arrive. I'll get things ready here. How long do you suppose until we make contact?"

"I give it about two days", Ricky said, "the Dreadnought will be out front when the advance team doesn't report back, they won't beable to cover much ground very quickly."

"Outstanding", the Israeli said, "dismissed and good luck to you. You should make Texas late tonight, but it's still a two day trip to Silverton."

"I'll keep that in mind", I said saluting, then turning to leave. I walked out to the truck and informed Raf and Abbie of what was going on.

"So are you enlisted again?", Raf asked.

"It would seem that way", I said pulling open the door to the truck, "let's get going, still got a lot of ground to cover."

We piled back into our vehicles and were soon on the road again. As the day wound on and the sun's arms grew longer, the traffic grew with it. At first, it was one or two cars every few hours, but by the time it was 5PM, the interstate was relatively crowded, mostly with Semi Trailers and military convoys moving huge amounts of stuff towards our destination, from the Federal Stockpile no doubt.

"Holy hell", Raf said, "a few weeks back, I thought we were the only ones left."

"So did I", I said stopping for a red light, something I was almost happy to see.

"Never been so happy to see a red light in my life", Abbie said over the radio, "hey Captain, where do you think all these trucks are headed?"

"The same place we are I would guess", I said, "how much longer you guys think you can go on?"

"I got about three hours left in me", Ricky said.

"I'm around there too", Abbie said.

"Let's hope we make Texas before then", I said.

The light turned green and I pulled the truck away from the intersection. At about Six PM we pulled into a McDonalds for dinner because fuck MRE's and thank god Raf had taken all that cash from the stores we raided. The last time I had McDonalds was the night Dad got infected, nearly a month ago, but it seemed like an eon ago. Even though our trip had been mostly uneventful, I felt like things were going right for the first time in ages. A cold coke, some country music, the smell of Diesel fuel and my friends in the bed of my Chevy with a dark sky over my head, something that I had taken for granted before Agent Six splashed me with a cold bucket of reality.

"This is DJ Nightlight with Radio New America", a woman on the radio said, "some news regarding the militaries efforts to restore a sense of normalcy, Captain Cameron West will soon be joining General David here in Silverton. Anyone whose spent time in the Military will know the West name. Also, Cameron, where ever you are, there's a man here who wants to talk to you."

'Cameron", a man said, I recognized his voice as my buddy Ben, back from yesteryear's deployment overseas, "brother, long time no see. I would have thought that Agent Six would have gotten to ya by now. I'll be waiting at Silverton's front gate for ya. Remember you owe me a beer and a hot dog. In the mean time, this next song is for you bro, get here soon and stay safe."

"I barely know you, you barely know me, we ain't but two slow dances into this thing. Come one and sit down, I'll order us a round. I want to know everything. Girl, where's your hometown? Are those your mamma's eyes? What are you doing for the rest of your life? Cause I'm already thinking bout you and me getting out of here and taking a drive. Just slide a little closer, put your head on my shoulder like this ain't our first time. Girl, don't worry bout holding' on tight cause I'm already calling, I'm already calling you mine."

I smiled as the next verse played.

"I know that there's a chance, I'm thinking too fast. Tell me, tell me am I right or am I reading this wrong? They'll play the last song,the lights will come on, that don't mean we can't take the long way home, home, home. Cause I'm already thinking bout you and me getting out of here and taking a drive. Just slide a little closer, put your head on my shoulder like this ain't our first time. Girl, don't worry bout holding' on tight cause I'm already calling, I'm already calling you mine. If you like the way that sounds, we can leave this place right now, right now. Cause I'm already thinking bout you and me getting out of here and taking a drive. Just slide a little closer,put your head on my shoulder like this ain't our first time. Girl,don't worry bout holding on tight cause I'm already calling, I'm already calling you mine."

"I fuckin love this song", I smiled at myself as I finished my chicken.

"Speaking' of getting outta here", Abbie said, "we only have 40 more miles to Texas."

"Well then what the fuck are we waiting for", I smiled.

We finished eating and were once again on the road. It was nearly 10PM when we passed the sign.

"Welcome To Texas, The Lone Star State."

'We finally made it", Raf said quietly as we pulled into an abandoned rest stop, "it's finally over."

"Well tomorrow it will be", I said, "we still have a 200 mile drive to Texas, but from what I've been seeing, we have nothing to worry about."

"Not anymore at least", Abbie said, "Come on, let's go get cleaned up and hit the sack."

And that's exactly what we did, almost without words. I was stirred later that night by a very, very high pitched whine that I knew far to well. It was so loud that it woke up everyone.

"The hell?", Raf asked sleepily, "that sounds like Dad's Camaro."

"Because it is", I said as a glance out my window saw the bright yellow, slammed Muscle car pull in next to my pickup. My hand found my M4 and a mag quickly found it's way inside, a bullet soon entering the chamber, "I'm gonna blow this son of a bitch who stole my Dad's ride to kingdom come."

I quickly pulled my pants and boots on, stuck a magazine into my pocket and walked outside, my rifle on my shoulder as the driverside door open

I quickly pulled my pants and boots on, stuck a magazine into my pocket and walked outside, my rifle on my shoulder as the driverside door open.

"You!", I shouted, "I don't know who you are, but your gonna regret stealing my Dad's Camaro!"

I raised my M4 and flipped it to full auto, ready to cut lose the second I saw the top of a head, but when I did, I stopped dead in my tracks. I watched the man, dressed in an Airborne Jacket and military dress pants, exit the car. My M4 slipped from my grasp and fell to the ground with a clanking sound as my fingers went numb, my brain shut off and my heart stopped beating as the man approached me.

"You look like hammered shit Cameron", the man said standing in front of me. He bent down and picked up my M4 handing back to me.

"Son", the man said, "your lucky this is your personal M4, otherwise you'd be eating sit ups."

"What the", I mouthed, but I wasn't sure my words came out, "I buried you....Agent Six....how are you still alive?"

The man smiled, "son, where is your brother? I wanna see him."

I couldn't answer.

"Cameron?", my Dad smiled, "where is your brother."

I still didn't answer, I didn't have the breath to get my words out. I couldn't believe my Dad was standing right here, in front of me, almost a month after I buried him. How was this possible!?"

"DAD!", Raf shouted as he and the others came out of the rest stop.

"Hey Raf!", Dad said as he scooped Raf up, "holy hell you got skinny."

"I missed you Dad", Raf said, I could tell he was almost crying.

"I missed you too buddy", Dad said turning back to me, "has your brother been taking good care of you?"

Raf nodded, "yep, he's taking good care of our dog too."

"Since when do you have a dog?", Dad asked.

'We found him in a smashed truck on the interstate", Raf said.

"What's his name?", Dad asked.

"Jericho", Raf said.

"Where is he?", Dad asked.

Raf put his fingers in his mouth and whistled, Jericho came running.

'hey boy", Dad said bending down to pet him, "have you been taking care of my kids?"

Jericho barked loudly.

"Outstanding", Dad said turning back to me.

"Dad.....how?", I asked, "I buried you."

"That fact is not lost on me", Dad smiled, "I'll keep the story short and tell you that what ended up happening was that I came to the same night you put me under. I managed after an hour or so to dig myself out, and since my Camaro was already packed and ready to go, I simply went."

"Went where?", I asked, taking my M4 from him.

"Silverton Texas", Dad said, "I linked with Delta force there, I've been watching your trip the whole time via the go pro on your Dash."

I sighed, "I'm not sure if I should be happy or angry."

"Be whatever you want", Dad said, "the fact of the matter is that I'm alive, and President James wants to talk to you. So get some sleep, in the morning, we make for Silverton."