After the Apocalypse
Chapter 66: Gone Fishing
by Mark Bollman--> and Steve Donohue
"Look, just walk right past them and get in the truck. If anyone asks, we'll tell them we want to try our luck over at Lockwood and we're tired of walking," said Dave. "It's none of their damn business anyway."
"I agree, but I don't see any need to cause unnecessary trouble," said Lou.
"Why don't we just say you want to start the truck to make sure it's running and as long as it's going, we're going to drive it over to Lockwood. It makes more sense than just deciding to go for a spin when we don't know how much gas we have."
"Fine. Whatever. Let's just move, I'm sick of sitting around here waiting for the Beast to come and tell us his brother is dead."
Dave slammed the last few items into his pack, then headed out the door. Lou and Mark exchanged troubled glances, then joined him. All three walked straight to Lou's waiting Explorer, which turned over on the second try. He let it run for a few minutes while he began scraping off the accumulated ice and snow. Mark joined him on the passenger side. Dave sat inside, his growing impatience beginning to get the better of him. He finally rolled down the window.
"Clean enough," he pronounced, "let's get going."
Lou and Mark exchanged glances and both shrugged at almost the same time. They smiled at the shared gesture then climbed into the car. Lou threw it in reverse and the Explorer slowly crawled back onto Ranch Road. He put it in forward and began to move forward, then had to suddenly hit the brakes to avoid hitting the Beast who had stepped in front of the car and now came around to Lou's side of the car.
Lou pushed the window button, but it was apparently too cold, the Beast opened the door instead.
"Where are you guys going?"
"We're just going to do a little fishing," Lou replied, happy that he wasn't exactly lying. They were fishing, but their quarry was larger than any fish ever caught at D-A.
"Are you sure you want to waste the gas?"
"Well, I need to get the car warmed up anyhow, and someone needs to start beating some tracks into this road. I think I might be just the guy to do it."
"Could be," said the Beast. "Does Howey know where you're going?"
"Geez, we're just going over to Lockwood," said Dave from the backseat. "Do we have to get the third degree on everything?"
"Sure you are," replied Ron evenly, his tone making it clear that he didn't quite believe them. "Just make sure we don't double our lost category. Good luck."
As they rolled away, the three exchanged glances; Mark finally put it to words; "How did he know?"
"I don't know," said Lou, "it's pretty freaky though, almost like going to the movies with Steve."
The three laughed at that thought; Steve had an uncanny knack for guessing the plot of movies early on and then being bored as he watched them unfold.
"Of course," said Dave, "he did have a slight edge here since he knows us pretty well."
"I'm just glad he didn't try to stop us," said Mark.
"No kidding," said Lou, "I wouldn't want to have had to go through him."
The three of them laughed for a moment at the thought, then drove in silence through the deep snow which covered Ranch Road. Even with four-wheel drive, twelve inches of snow over a dirt road could get them into trouble pretty quickly, and there was no reason to believe things were going to get any better when they got out of camp. Lou drove especially carefully as they rounded the corner at Lockwood Lake and then accelerated as they hit the smoother and wider roads near the main gate. They left camp and made their way out to Metamora Road in pretty good time, less than a half-hour.
Lou slowed to a stop at the sign. He heard Dave's exasperated sigh behind him and reacted accordingly. "Yes Dave, I know there isn't likely to be any other traffic any time soon. Which way, left, right or straight?"
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