Tag: post-apocalyptic
Twenty-Two: Badger Creek
The whole convoy was quiet, but no one was quieter than Caleb the Ortega guardsman. As they approached the crossroads to Badger Creek, the young man’s silence stood out, even amid all the other silences. . . .
Read More Twenty-Two: Badger CreekNineteen: On Convoy
The Great Eighty Road stretched on and on, gray and unwavering, day after day. Laura sometimes found herself despairing at its oppressive straightness, longing for the days when her way had meandered and detoured in all manner of surprising directions. . . .
Read More Nineteen: On ConvoyEighteen: The Ferry
The convoy left at dawn, just as Captain Syed said it would. By the time Laura and her family joined the others around the cold pit of charcoal that had held the previous night’s fire, the big wagon was already hitched to the two bisox. . . .
Read More Eighteen: The FerryThirteen: The Herald’s Shrine
Pa and Tobias Goatherd returned from the creek around midday. By then, Mary and Laura had recovered from their experience inside that eerie old building called the reptilsoo, and Laura felt a little foolish for getting so frightened of a silly old skull. . . .
Read More Thirteen: The Herald’s ShrineNine: Iron Boxes
Pa left the handcar down by the riverbank. Then he climbed up to join them beside the earthen mound surrounded by birch trees where Ma had chosen to wait. . . .
Read More Nine: Iron BoxesEight: Across the Big River
“Yes, I reckon this is it,” said Pa, as he carefully rolled the map back up. It was not what Laura expected. . . .
Read More Eight: Across the Big River