Ryan Westfield - Staying Alive

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How long would you last?
It’s been two weeks since the EMP. Getting out was just the beginning. Staying alive is proving harder than anyone could have imagined.
Max knows people will come from the cities. He knows they’ll be ready to fight, to do whatever it takes to ensure their own survival. Will he be able to lead the others in the defense of the farmhouse, even when he’s still recovering from his injuries?
Georgia is in charge of hunting. Each trip into the woods brings her closer to danger. It’s just a matter of time before she runs into people who will do anything to get her gun and her gear. How dangerous do things have to get before she stops trying to provide for her kids?
John is Max’s estranged brother. He’d always made fun of Max for worrying about being prepared. Now, he’s trapped in his upscale apartment with no gear and no food. He’s wishing he was more like his brother. Does he want to have what it takes to try to get out of the city?
Staying Alive is book 2 of The EMP, a post-apocalyptic survival thriller series. It deals with real people fighting for their survival every inch of the way.

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His feet were killing him. He was used to walking only a short distance to the office, or taking a cab when he had a business meeting, or a night out.

Lawrence seemed to be fighting the same fatigue. Occasionally, he held his lower back with both hands, as if it was hurting him.

“Just a little bit farther,” John kept saying, over and over again.

Lawrence didn’t say much. And John was glad that he’d dropped the whole “I only know how to help” attitude.

“I can’t believe we haven’t been attacked yet,” said John, finally.

He’d practically been holding his breath the entire time, fearful that at any moment someone was going to simply shoot him, or jump out from behind an abandoned car and attack him.

John had never killed anyone before, and he didn’t know if he had it in him.

“We’re lucky,” said Lawrence. “But at night, we won’t be.”

“I don’t get it,” said John. “It’s like humanity here has gone nocturnal. It doesn’t make sense. Why would everyone come out at night, if night is the most dangerous time? It’s not like these people have lost all of their thinking and reasoning ability.”

“Sometimes,” said Lawrence. “Sick people on their deathbed become functionally nocturnal. Their circadian rhythm swings around when they’re extremely stressed.”

“You’re saying that’s happened to everyone here?”

“I don’t know.”

They walked in silence for another half hour.

“I know you’re telling yourself,” said John, “that you’re going to try to help everyone out there in the suburbs or wherever. But we both know you’re just trying to save yourself, which is fine with me. In fact, it makes more sense to me. Anyway, my brother Max, he’s bound to be at this farmhouse. I know him. I know his thinking. I’m sure he’s got it all fixed up to withstand the apocalypse. Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s set the place up like some impenetrable medieval fortress, booby traps and all. We can head there… Maybe he’ll be glad to see me after all this time. And if not, I’m his brother, and he can’t exactly not let me in.”

“Let’s cross that bridge when we come to it,” said Lawrence. “First, we’ve got to get out of the city.”

“Sounds like you’re finally thinking sensibly,” said John. “We’re not that far from the boat rental place.”

“Let’s just hope there are still boats.”

“Why wouldn’t there be?”

“Who knows.”

When they finally arrived at the river, they were exhausted. Almost by accident, they had arrived at exactly the right cross street, exactly where the boat rental place was located.

But there weren’t any paddle boats, the small boats rented sometimes to tourists.

Instead, there was one large boat, bobbing gently in the water, tied up to a pier.

“Think the motor will work?” said John.

“I doubt it,” said Lawrence. “Nothing works. Remember?”

“I’m going to give it a try, but I’ve got to eat something first. I feel like I’m going to pass out.”

“Well, we’ve got limes and nuts.”

“I’m going to go for the beer,” said John, slumping down against a concrete wall.

“Don’t you think we should get on the boat first?” said Lawrence. “And get under way?”

“What’s the rush?” said John. “We’ll see anyone coming.”

“I don’t know…”

“You’ve really changed your whole attitude,” said John. “Now it’s all about looking out for your own safety. As soon as I gave you the hope of getting out, everything changed.”

Lawrence didn’t respond. He seemed to have been growing more sullen all day.

John doubted that his own jabs at Lawrence’s personality were helping at all, but he was too hungry and tired to care.

Lawrence sat down cross-legged on the ground, across from John.

They both opened up their sacks of hops, and started digging around for limes and nuts. John opened a growler of beer and drank greedily from it, trying to quench his thirst.

“Hey!” yelled someone, from not that far off.

“Shit,” said John, rising rapidly to his feet. “Come on, get on the boat.”

There were footsteps coming, pounding along the pavement.

John barely looked up. He saw two men running towards himself and Lawrence. One had a machete, and the other held a handgun.

John was rushing right towards the boat. Lawrence was only a few feet behind him. John could hear Lawrence’s footsteps.

The boat was one of those clumsy tourist boats made for holding a lot of people, and certainly not made for speed.

John already suspected that the engine wouldn’t start. And that was even if the keys were in there. And John had no idea how to hotwire a boat.

His only option was going to be to cut the boat free, and hope that he didn’t get shot in the process.

John jumped onto the boat. His feet hit the metal deck of the boat hard.

Lawrence jumped, landing partially on John.

John was out from under Lawrence, moving as fast as he could on his hands and knees towards the rope that moored the boat.

John tried to keep his head down. He didn’t want to get shot.

“Keep your head down,” he yelled to Lawrence, but he didn’t turn to look to see what Lawrence was doing.

With his expensive kitchen knife, John started hacking away at the rope. It wasn’t as easy as he’d thought it would be. The rope was thick. But he finally cut through it. There wasn’t a satisfactory snap like in the movies, but the boat was free.

He knew the men would be incredibly close.

The boat was already being pulled south by the current.

John poked his head above the crude metal edge of the boat. The two men were just arriving at the edge of the dock. It was too late for them. John and Lawrence were already drifting away. It was too far for the men to jump onto the boat.

But the man with the gun raised it.

There was anger in his eyes and on his face.

A shot rang out.

Lawrence screamed.

“Lawrence!” shouted John, turning around.

Lawrence was on the floor of the boat, bleeding from the torso. His face was pure agony.

John looked up. The man with the gun still held the gun straight and true. There was still anger on his face.

John didn’t know how far a handgun could shoot. He scrambled behind one of the metal seats for tourists, trying to protect his body from subsequent shots.

Another shot rang out. But it didn’t seem to hit anything.

John poked his head partially around the edge of the seat.

Lawrence was screaming in pain. They were floating down the Schuylkill River, heading south, which was the opposite direction John wanted to head. The sacks of food and beer lay on the dock, abandoned.

14

MANDY

“What happened?” said Mandy, rushing out onto the porch.

Max’s Glock was in her hand, ready. Her rifle was strapped to her back.

“It’s OK,” said James.

“What happened?” said Sadie, emerging from the house behind Mandy, sounding sleepy and worried.

“Mom shot a deer,” said James.

Mandy breathed a huge sigh of relief. “I thought there’d been another attack, or something,” she said. “Max even lent me his gun.”

“It’s fine,” said James. “We saw it heading right across the field. Looks like we’re going to finally get to eat something.”

As Mandy’s eyes adjusted better to the moonlit night, she saw Georgia walking slowly across the field towards a dark lump on the ground that must have been the deer.

“I’ll go help her,” said Mandy. “Sadie, could you go tell Max what happened? He’s probably going to be in there clutching a knife, waiting for the attacker.”

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