One of the men stirred. The one with his eyes open. His big dumb eyes with the small pupils turned towards her. He muttered something, drool oozing down his chin. His hand spasmed as it tried to reach for something.
But it was too late.
Jessica had the stick swinging in a long arc. She knew how to swing it, really putting her hips into it, using all her body weight, her one leg extended out as if she was playing baseball.
The stick connected with the man’s face. He let out an “ouff.”
Jessica wasn’t done. He was clutching his face as she swung again, this time making contact with the side of his head.
There was rage inside her. Rage and anger at her captors. She wanted revenge.
But she knew that she couldn’t let herself get carried away by the emotions.
After all, what she wanted most was simply to escape. To live. She wasn’t going to let herself get in the way of that. No matter what.
While his buddy slept, the man tried to fight back.
His coordination wasn’t good. His hands didn’t seem to be doing him any favors.
So he did the next best thing. He used his bulk
He launched himself forward, right into Jessica.
He hit her hard, and she fell to the ground heavily.
The fall knocked the air out of her lungs.
The man was heavy, and right on top of her. His hands were fumbling for her neck, seemingly not able to grasp on completely. So instead, he pushed his knees into her chest. Hard.
Jessica was gasping for air.
She didn’t have much longer.
She needed air.
Her head turned to the side, looking for something. Anything that could be a weapon.
A rock.
Sitting there. Heavy and perfect.
It was mere inches away from her hand.
She pushed her arm as far as it could go, shifting her body to the right.
Her fingers wrapped around the rock, and she wasted no time. She brought it up swiftly. As hard as she could.
The rock collided with the man’s skull.
His eyes opened up, his pupils rolling back.
A horrible sound.
Blood on the rock.
He started teetering, slumping off of her and onto the ground. He wasn’t yet dead, but he was close. Jessica doubted that recovery would be possible for him, even in a pre-EMP world with hospitals and attentive doctors.
The other man had been unconscious through the entire exchange.
But he stirred now, his eyes opening and latching onto Jessica.
Jessica had been lucky once. She couldn’t count on it happening again.
She turned on her heel and started sprinting as fast as she could.
She didn’t care what direction she was headed.
She just needed to get away.
She had no gun. The man, however, was armed. She had no way of knowing what state he’d been in now, whether he’d able to shoot or not.
She wasn’t going to take any risks.
The sounds of the woods became almost silent as she ran, her own sounds taking over. All she heard was the sound of her own ragged breath, and her feet pounding on the dirt.
She ran through the trees, zigzagging in case there was a gun trained on her.
She didn’t look back. Instead, she put all her effort into simply getting away as fast as possible. Getting as far away as possible.
Up ahead, there was a house.
She hadn’t been expecting it. She’d thought she was in the middle of the woods, at some campground.
But it quickly became apparent that she’d merely been in a large backyard.
The trees ended and she entered the backyard, which was mostly clear, except for some things scattered around, like a motorcycle exhaust system, and an ancient, rotting sedan.
The house had been nice once, but it had gone to seed years ago. Some windows were broken, and many decorative shutters had fallen away and never been replaced. There had once been a nice porch on the rear of the house, jutting out from what seemed to be the kitchen, but it was falling away now, crumbling into a mess of rotting, wet wood.
Jessica finally turned around.
The man was pursuing her. Running through the trees. Holding a gun. He didn’t seem to be in a stupor.
She caught just a glimpse of his expression. Nothing but rage. Rage and revenge.
Jessica kept running, her feet slapping hard on the ground, and, soon, the driveway that ran down the side of the house.
There was no point in trying to seek shelter inside the house. She’d merely trap herself. She’d be like a caged animal.
Unless she could find something to defend herself with.
What were the chances of that? Unless she found a firearm, she’d be stuck with a kitchen knife at best. Or a baseball bat.
And her pursuer had a firearm.
No. It’d be better to keep running. Get into the street. Cut across to some other house. Disappear into the woods, zigzagging once again through the trees.
Her odds weren’t good. She knew that.
It seemed like the man was gaining on her. He was fast for a junkie. Maybe his muscles were as numb as his mind, incapable of feeling pain. Maybe it was just the idea of vengeance that motivated him, pushing him on and on.
The driveway was long and tree-lined.
Jessica chose the busted-up pavement, rather than weaving through the trees. It was surer footing, even though it meant she’d be an easier target. She didn’t think he was close enough yet to get a good shot at her.
Once she hit the street, she knew she’d really be at risk. She’d be out in the open, whereas the driveway did curve a little.
Suddenly, she heard the noise of an engine whining. It sounded familiar. And loud, intensely high-pitched, as if something was going wrong.
The vehicle represented a new threat.
But she couldn’t turn around.
She couldn’t stop.
So she kept running.
She was about halfway down the driveway. Rounding a curve, she could see the road up ahead.
A car appeared, taking her by surprise by turning, bumping into the driveway.
It was speeding right towards her. Its engine was whining.
Light glinted off the windshield. She couldn’t see who drove it.
There was hardly any time to act. The car was really bolting down the driveway at a terrific speed.
Not wanting to stop running, she veered off to the right. She hoped that she could use one of the trees as a barrier. If the driver wanted to run her over, it’d be more difficult with a tree in between them.
Before she could even get to the side of the driveway, the car had almost reached her.
Jessica suddenly recognized it. It was Jim’s Subaru.
The Subaru wagon slammed to a sudden stop. The driver door swung open.
Jessica felt her heart swelling, hope appearing for the first time. Jim had come to rescue her. Jim, always capable and cool-headed. He was the guy who always seemed to know what to do, no matter what the situation.
But Jim didn’t step out.
Rob did.
Jessica’s heart dropped.
But at least he had a gun.
“Get in!” he screamed at her, waving his hand violently.
Jessica was over at the passenger door in a flash.
She grabbed the handle and pulled. But the door didn’t open.
“It’s locked!” she screamed.
The man who pursued her had disappeared from view. But she knew that he was out there. She knew in her bones that he wasn’t going to give up easily.
Jim would have had the door already unlocked.
“Shit,” muttered Rob, throwing himself back into the driver’s seat, and fumbling with the controls on the door.
After a few frantic tries, where she and Rob couldn’t coordinate, the door opened and Jessica threw herself into the passenger’s seat.
“Get us the hell out of here,” she shouted. There wasn’t time to ask how he’d found her, why he was here, or what his plan was.