Ryan Westfield - Staying Alive

Georgia couldn’t believe that the semi-automatics had been left at the Millers’. It was a huge oversight, even given their emergency exit. No one had been blamed. No one knew whose fault it was, or if it was anyone’s at all. After all, it wasn’t like the guns had been assigned to anyone in particular. No one had a designated responsibility.

They’d made so many mistakes in the last weeks. Leaving the guns behind was just another grave error in a long list of them. They’d set up a horrible watch system at the farmhouse, one that had almost cost them their lives. They should have had more people on watch, at all times.

There were too many “should haves” to even mentally list. And they couldn’t be correct now. Only in the future.

Georgia was trying to keep herself as calm as possible. She knew that ruminating on what they’d done wrong would only increase her pulse, only make her sweat. And above all, make her less effective when the time to act eventually came.

She was worried about James and Sadie. She was worried about them all. But James and Sadie the most.

The gas gauge had dipped almost to half. They seemed to be burning fuel faster than earlier. Maybe something was wrong with the van. Not that they could stop to check on the engine. Not now.

Georgia had taken the first turn she could. The Bronco had followed. She’d taken another turn, and again the Bronco had followed.

Now they were lost.

“What are we going to do?” said Mandy, sounding frantic.

“We’re screwed,” said Sadie.

“Don’t use that language,” said Georgia. She said it automatically. Honestly, she didn’t care what kind of language Sadie used now. And Sadie was probably right, anyway.

“We’ll be fine,” said Chad. “We can take them. Let’s just stop. I mean, come on, they’re going to come up against six of us? We’ve all got guns and we know how to use ‘em.”

“Some of us know how to use them better than others,” said Mandy.

“You think I don’t know how to shoot?” said Chad. “What about that guy I shot from the roof?”

“Took you long enough, didn’t it?” said Mandy.

“What are we going to do, Max?” said Georgia.

Everyone got quiet. They expected Max to be the voice of reason. They expected him to be the one with the plan.

“We’re going to have to face them at some point,” said Max. “We’ve got… a couple hours at least until we’re out of state. Maybe more now that we’re lost.”

“I don’t have any clue where we are,” said Georgia. “Any ideas, Mandy?” Mandy was the one who’d spent the most time with the maps. Georgia had never come to this part of the state on her hunting trips.

“No idea,” said Mandy.

Great, that was just great.

“We’re bound to come to a town sooner or later,” said Georgia. “And that’s going to bring its own host of problems.”

“Maybe the problems will cancel each other out?” said James. “You know, like in math class? We run into some bad guys in a town, and then the Bronco guys decide they don’t want to mess with us.”

“This isn’t math class, James,” said Sadie.

“Shut up, I know that.”

“It might work,” said Max. “But I doubt it. We can’t risk it. We’re going to have to pull over and face them sooner or later.”

“What do you think our chances are?” said Georgia.

“Not good,” said Max.

“Chad has a point, though,” said Georgia. “We outnumber them.”

“Right,” said Max. “But they know that. They saw how many people we have when they passed us. And they wouldn’t be following us unless they thought they were sure they could take us all out.”

“What does that mean? Semi-automatics?”

“Not sure,” said Max. “Either that, or something else we’re not thinking of. Maybe they’re ex-military. Or maybe they have some other kind of training. Or maybe they’re just irrational or crazy, which could be equally as dangerous.”

Georgia knew that Max was making good points, and it sent a chill down her spine.

“The thing we’re forgetting,” said Max. “Or not taking into account—however you want to put it—is that when we talk about outnumbering them, we’re still talking about some of us dying. Or at least getting shot. That’s the most likely outcome. We’ve got to face the fact that while there are a lot of us, we’re not skilled fighters. These guys might be. At this point, we all know basic gun safety, and things like that. But most of us don’t have extensive experience with firearms.”

Max knew that he wasn’t speaking for himself, or for Georgia. He was being diplomatic about their abilities, even in a crisis situation. She didn’t know what to think about that. Maybe he was just trying to stop infighting amongst them during this crisis, because it wasn’t like Max not to say things directly. He liked to say it how it was, when possible.

“What are we going to do then?” said Mandy. “We’re just going to let them follow us until we need gas and then let them attack us?”

“We don’t yet know what they want,” said Max.

“What does that matter? We know they’re following us. They want to hurt us.”

“Probably,” said Max. “But it’s possible that they want something of ours.”

“So what? I don’t see what difference that makes,” said Mandy.

“Well,” said Max. “There’s always the lost art of diplomacy.”

“Diplomacy? Are you crazy? You want to negotiate with them?”

“I admit it’s not ideal,” said Max. “But as far as last options go, it’s not the worst thing that comes to mind.”

Georgia didn’t know what to think of Max’s plan.

“Are you serious, Max?” said Georgia.

“Yeah,” said Max. “Now I’m not asking anyone else to do it. I’ll volunteer. I say we stop, and I’ll see if I can get them to stay at a safe distance. I’ll ask them what they want and we can go from there.”

“You think it’ll be that easy?”

“Probably not,” said Max. “But if there’s something we can give them that makes this all go away, it’d be preferable to fighting. We simply aren’t equipped to deal with gunshot wounds. I got lucky with mine, and the next one of us that gets shot—well, I doubt they’ll be so lucky.”

“You’re crazy, man,” said Chad.

“Maybe,” said Max.

Georgia knew Max well enough to know that diplomacy in a situation like this was the last place his mind would go to. Max was always willing to step up to fight when necessary. He never looked for fights, but he didn’t shy away from them either, not when lives were on the line.

Georgia was turning Max’s words over and over in her head. The more she thought about it, the more she actually agreed with Max. It certainly wasn’t ideal, but the thought of engaging in another firefight made her feel sick to her stomach. She had images in her mind of James and Sadie getting shot and bleeding out on the ground. The last time they’d stopped to siphon gas, they’d gotten lucky. It easily could have ended horribly, with James lying dead on the ground.

“I think we should do it,” said Georgia. “It’s worth a shot. If they get close, you can hop back in and we can speed off again.”

“Good,” said Max. “Do it up here, down this straightaway.”

“You sure you want to do it now?” Georgia was thinking Max might want to think it over before acting.

“The sooner the better,” said Max.

“This is nuts,” said Chad. “You can’t do this. They’re just going to shoot you. What if they’ve got rifles with scopes or something?”

“For once I agree with Chad,” said Mandy.

“Don’t do it, Max,” said Sadie. She sounded worried for Max’s safety. Georgia knew that while Sadie wouldn’t ever admit it, she admired Max. James did too. He’d do anything Max said.