IC-GOLD-Cheyenne of the Dead(Everyone)
Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2009 2:56 am
Z-Day - 2:06 PM Mountain Time - Chalk Bluff Road, 4 miles south and 1 mile east of Cheyenne, Wyoming
On the road-
The small convoy of vehicles sped west on Chalk Bluff road, a few miles north of the Colorado border. David drove his truck at the front of the pack. Dr. Dale Owens sat in the shotgun seat, leaning back and trying to rest. He was sweating bullets now, and the pain was intense, but he had given himself an injection of morphine during the trip to ease it somewhat. He was still able to function for now, but he knew that he only had a couple of hours to live. The bite on his arm during his escape from the motel had sealed his fate.
Behind him, Melinda Christie followed, driving Keith Deeds's pickup truck. Keith sat beside her. Today had been hell for him. He had found Melinda, but then he had lost both his father and his brother to that immense worm that had ultimately caused the motel to fall. The fact that the monster was dead was little comfort to him, but at least his mother and Melinda had survived. After the truck came Lt. Rebecca Doolittle in the car she had hotwired in the motel's parking lot in the desperate escape. Airman Frank Hodges rode shotgun, and Zorie Spooner sat in the back seat. The Indian woman had been crying a lot. Lt. Angela Blanco had been more than just a colleague, she had been a friend and mentor, and now she was dead. Not just dead, but one of those inhuman things like the ones that had slain her. So many had fallen, and she hadn't been able to save them. She had been lucky to get out with her own life.
Amanda Deeds rode behind the car on her Harley Davidson. Sorrow gripped her as tightly as she gripped the handlebars. Her husband for well over 30 years was dead, and so was his son from his first marriage, Bill Black. Though he wasn't blood kin like her son Keith, she still had regarded him as her own son and his loss had hit her just as hard. She drew solace from the fact that Keith still lived, and hoped that he and Melinda would carry on the family. She was also relieved that Bill's girlfriend Lisa Crow had made it out, and she considered her a daughter.
Bringing up the rear was Colin Lewis in his pickup truck. His best friend Joe Soares had died back at the motel with the others, and he didn't know what he would do without him. His mind was almost gone, but he still clung tenaciously to what little sense he had left. Lisa sat next to him, and Senior Airman Roger Coltrane sat in the shotgun seat. He knew that his passengers and the rest of the group were counting on him to protect them.
"Breaker, breaker!" said David on the CB so that those in the other vehicles could hear him. "We're coming up on Route 85 in about a minute. It goes south to Colorado and north to Cheyenne. We can't go south, since there are no roads going west for quite a long ways and we're liable to run into more trouble if we take the long route, so we've got to head north. We'll be heading out of farm country and into the suburbs, so we can expect things to get hairy as we get closer to Cheyenne. Route 223 branches off to the west before we reach any really built-up areas. It's a slightly longer trip, but we could avoid the biggest suburbs and swing around to I-25, which goes right to Warren AFB. Alternatevely, we can take Route 85 north a few miles to Route 212 and take that west to I-25. It's quicker, but more dangerous."
On the road-
The small convoy of vehicles sped west on Chalk Bluff road, a few miles north of the Colorado border. David drove his truck at the front of the pack. Dr. Dale Owens sat in the shotgun seat, leaning back and trying to rest. He was sweating bullets now, and the pain was intense, but he had given himself an injection of morphine during the trip to ease it somewhat. He was still able to function for now, but he knew that he only had a couple of hours to live. The bite on his arm during his escape from the motel had sealed his fate.
Behind him, Melinda Christie followed, driving Keith Deeds's pickup truck. Keith sat beside her. Today had been hell for him. He had found Melinda, but then he had lost both his father and his brother to that immense worm that had ultimately caused the motel to fall. The fact that the monster was dead was little comfort to him, but at least his mother and Melinda had survived. After the truck came Lt. Rebecca Doolittle in the car she had hotwired in the motel's parking lot in the desperate escape. Airman Frank Hodges rode shotgun, and Zorie Spooner sat in the back seat. The Indian woman had been crying a lot. Lt. Angela Blanco had been more than just a colleague, she had been a friend and mentor, and now she was dead. Not just dead, but one of those inhuman things like the ones that had slain her. So many had fallen, and she hadn't been able to save them. She had been lucky to get out with her own life.
Amanda Deeds rode behind the car on her Harley Davidson. Sorrow gripped her as tightly as she gripped the handlebars. Her husband for well over 30 years was dead, and so was his son from his first marriage, Bill Black. Though he wasn't blood kin like her son Keith, she still had regarded him as her own son and his loss had hit her just as hard. She drew solace from the fact that Keith still lived, and hoped that he and Melinda would carry on the family. She was also relieved that Bill's girlfriend Lisa Crow had made it out, and she considered her a daughter.
Bringing up the rear was Colin Lewis in his pickup truck. His best friend Joe Soares had died back at the motel with the others, and he didn't know what he would do without him. His mind was almost gone, but he still clung tenaciously to what little sense he had left. Lisa sat next to him, and Senior Airman Roger Coltrane sat in the shotgun seat. He knew that his passengers and the rest of the group were counting on him to protect them.
"Breaker, breaker!" said David on the CB so that those in the other vehicles could hear him. "We're coming up on Route 85 in about a minute. It goes south to Colorado and north to Cheyenne. We can't go south, since there are no roads going west for quite a long ways and we're liable to run into more trouble if we take the long route, so we've got to head north. We'll be heading out of farm country and into the suburbs, so we can expect things to get hairy as we get closer to Cheyenne. Route 223 branches off to the west before we reach any really built-up areas. It's a slightly longer trip, but we could avoid the biggest suburbs and swing around to I-25, which goes right to Warren AFB. Alternatevely, we can take Route 85 north a few miles to Route 212 and take that west to I-25. It's quicker, but more dangerous."