The undead threat was not getting any better the closer the Scouts got to the city. If anything, it was getting worse; more people meant more possible undead.
To date, the troop hadn’t seen a single live person.
“So, what do we do next?” Shaun asked. The Scouters were having an impromptu meeting before starting off one more time.
Mike shrugged. “How is your fuel level?”
“I’m still above three-quarters of a tank,” Shaun said.
“Me too,” Steve said. “I’m good to drive for several more hours before I need to start worrying.”
“Okay. That gives us more than enough to get to the city. What about food?”
“Lots,” Steve said. “We got everything we will need for a few weeks at the farm. You know that.”
“Yes, I know,” Mike said with a sigh. “I’m just trying to cover all of my bases. I have this terrible feeling that it will be something small that kills us.”
“I know what you mean,” Steve said. “I’ve been thinking that we should just find somewhere safe to hole up. Forget the city entirely.”
“You’re suggesting that we abandon our families?” Shaun asked, his right eyebrow raised.
“I think it’s time for us to be realistic,” Steve said. “We haven’t seen a single living person since we left camp. Our families could be dead by now like all the rest.”
“Or they could still be alive, waiting for us to come rescue them,” Mike said. “You have to admit, we haven’t really spent any time searching for living people. We’ve only seen the dead as we have traveled.”
“That’s true, I suppose,” Steve said. “But why should I expect it to be any different anywhere else? We have been in and around several homes. They were empty of life just like everywhere else we have seen.”
Mike shook his head. “That may be true, but I refuse to believe that we are the only people still alive. There have to be other survivors out there. Why couldn’t some of them be our families?”
“So, what do you suggest we do?” Shaun asked. “We have already lost several of the boys, not to mention two leaders. Every time we go through a town or a city we risk losing more.”
“I was thinking about that,” Mike said. “We need somewhere that is fenced with buildings and maybe food.”
“Like a prison?” Shaun asked.
“Something like that,” Mike said. “The problem with a prison is, all the ones around here are inhabited. Most likely, they have the outbreak of walking dead like everywhere else.”
“You can’t just assume that,” Shaun said.
“Why can’t I?” Mike replied. “At this point, I’m considering our continued survival. Besides, I don’t know that I would be willing to leave the boys in a prison. Even if it was safe, what would conditions be like there? I want to keep them alive, sure. But I don’t want them physically or emotionally traumatized in the process.”
“Then where?” Steve asked.
“I don’t know,” Mike admitted. “An abandoned military base would be ideal, but there aren’t any of those around here.”
“Scouter Mike?” Ricky’s voice came from behind the men. “I’m sorry, Scouter Mike, but I’ve been listening to you talk. I know where we could go.”
The men turned to face the boy. “Where, Ricky?” Mike asked.
“What about Citaview Park?” the boy said.
“Citaview Park?” Mike said.
“Yeah, you know. The amusement park that is just outside of the city. It has a fence all around it and there are offices and other buildings there too.”
“What about people?” Scouter Steve asked.
“That’s the best part, Scouter Steve,” Ricky said, his voice rising with excitement. “The park closed when school started. There shouldn’t be anyone there.”
“You know, that’s not a bad idea,” Mike said. “They even have a trout pond and candy store there. I don’t know if they will have been cleaned out or not, but in case they haven’t, there are two other possible sources of food.”
Steve put his hand on Ricky’s shoulder. “That’s an excellent idea, Ricky. If you get any more, please come see us right away.”
Ricky grinned. “Sure thing, Scouter Steve.” He went running over to some of the other Scouts, no doubt to tell them about his contribution.
“Sounds like we have a destination,” Steve said.
Mike shook his head. “I don’t know why I didn’t think of that. It really is a perfect solution. It’s relatively close to the city, there are a number of RV dealerships across the road that will have supplies we can use and there’s also an airport nearby.”
“Don’t forget, just down the highway from the park is a truck stop,” Shaun added. “When we need fuel for the vehicles, that will certainly be handy.”
“True enough,” Mike said. He looked at his fellow leaders. “So, it’s agreed? We will take the Scouts to Citaway Park? If things look good enough, we can leave them there while we decide what to do next. Personally, I want to go into the city to check on my family.”
“I think that it’s the best plan we have,” Steve said. “Shaun, do you have any other ideas?”
Shaun shook his head. “No. I’ve got nothing to add. It is a good choice and gives us some options for what we do next. Assuming it isn’t overrun, of course.”
“There is that,” Mike said. “Let’s just keep our fingers crossed that the place is empty like we hope it is. If not, the RV dealerships have fenced yards to store the trailers in. We could leave the boys in one of those as our backup plan.”
“Good idea,” Steve said. He looked at Mike and Shaun. “Well, if there isn’t anything else, we should probably get going. Daylight is wasting.”
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Boyscouts of the ApocalypseTeen Fiction
A Boyscout troop returning from a weekend in the deep woods discovers that nothing about the world they left is the same. Shambling hoards of undead wander the countryside killing anything that lives. Can this troop survive the trip home? Is there e...