The Renegades 2 Aftermath (A Post Apocalyptic Zombie Thriller) (18 page)

Baja gunned the engine and we tore away from the zombie-infested lot. As we rounded the building a vast majority of the Z’s had shifted to one side of the lot, no doubt following the noise and gunfire of the armored truck that was now nowhere to be seen. We sped up an incline that led away from the airport.

Upon reaching the crest of the steep hill we saw in the distance an armored vehicle parked sideways. Behind it a trail of mud spread across the highway as though it had taken a shortcut across a field. Baja brought the car down to a crawl as we approached it.

“Be ready,” Dax said as he brought his gun up.

From around the corner of the armored truck came a figure.

“Who the hell is that?” Elijah asked, squinting because of the glare from the morning sun.

I smiled. “Benjamin.”

He stood there, Glock in hand, assault rifle over his back. I tapped Baja on the shoulder and he pulled up beside him.

“Room for one more?” he asked.

I was about to reply when Baja spoke up. “Depends, can you handle yourself?”

Without even looking, Ben brought up his Glock to the side and fired a round directly into an approaching Z’s head. He didn’t even blink.

Baja sniffed hard. “Beginner’s luck.”

We laughed and opened the door for him. When he got in he turned to his right and looked directly at Elijah.

“Oh, hell no,” Benjamin said.

“Shit,” Elijah said, swiping his hand over his head.

“Do you guys know each other?” I asked.

They both said the same thing at the same time. “You could say that.”

I had a feeling we were about to learn a lot about these two. Baja breathed in deeply, as we peeled away. As we did he reached down by his side and lifted up the armrest compartment. He shot a glance down and then looked back at the road.

“Where you guys heading?” Benjamin asked.

“NORAD.”

He shook his head. “I don’t know why I asked.”

Baja reached down and pulled out an old tape. “What do we have here?” he said.

“They still do tapes?”

Baja chuckled to himself. “They did in 1992, and I think you’re gonna love this one.”

I saw the words
Geto Boys
scribbled in marker pen on the tape.

He tossed it into the tape player and switched it on. All of us waited with bated breath for what was about to play. When I heard it, I began to laugh. The first song was
Damn It Feels Good To Be A Gangsta
.

Baja breathed in deeply. “I think I can feel a road trip coming on,” he said before leaning back and letting the beat of the music take over.

So there we were on our way to meet up with Jess, Izzy, and Ralphie at the Cheyenne Mountain Complex in Colorado. There was no way of knowing what we’d find when we arrived, or even if we would make it. I guess in a strange twist of fate we were now placing our faith in a government that had let us down; in a cure that we weren’t sure was real.

We had gained new allies, and brought together two men who were former enemies. If there was hope for them, perhaps there was hope for humanity.

Until then, we will choose to stand between what remains and all that might come to kill.

We may not be the fastest or strongest.

We might not have what it takes to survive.

But we’re full of heart, and that’s enough.

We are, the Renegades.

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