Stranded in the Apocalypse (Part 9): On the Run

Several people screamed when Cameron fired a shot into the air. Then everyone went quiet. "I'm only going to ask this once," he said. "Where is Gabriel?" Everyone was giving him the same look they gave Keira when he was under her knife, but he didn't care. "What? Are you all deaf?"

"He's gone," one of Mother Regina's lieutenants answered him. "He betrayed the cause, so he was executed." Cameron heart just about stopped. No way, he thought. He can't really be dead. After everything they had been through? He has to be lying. The man continued. "You realize you've made an enemy of us too, right? We can't just let you go now."


"Try and stop me then," he grimaced. With that, he started walking backwards towards the edge of camp. He kept his sight and his gun pointed at the crowd to ensure nobody would try anything.

As soon as he lost visual of the perimeter fence, he ran for it. Through the brush and over a few hills, he tried to gain some distance. His wide hips, small feet, and large breasts made running difficult, especially without a bra. Being a woman had its disadvantages. But he was in luck; he soon came across one of the long-range scouting vehicles, and it still had fuel.


Cameron did his best to head in the right direction. He remembered Gabriel's instructions, but without a compass, he could only use distant mountains and the direction of shadows to know he was going the right way. In the distance a massive thunderstorm was rolling in. He would soon lose any visual landmarks for navigation, so he decided to stop the vehicle and wait it out. Hopefully nobody would catch up to him in the meantime.


It began pouring rain after about an hour of watching the storm clouds gather. The cooler temperatures brought welcome relief, and the rain reminded him of when he would take outdoor showers by the pool. Realizing how thirsty he, he grabbed a container from the vehicle to collect rainwater. A few hours later, he was back on the road.


It took over a week. He avoided major roads, ran out of food, and was nearly caught half a dozen times, but he finally found an area hidden in the forest that matched Gabriel's description. "Hello?" he called out. "Gabriel, it's me. Just me. I made it. I'm here."

From the rudimentary shelter of tarps and scrap metal emerged a very shocked and disheveled Gabriel. He looked as though he couldn't believe his own eyes. "You... you found me..." he said, completely stunned.

"Yes, of course I did. I was worried they killed you. They were going to kill me. But now we're both here. Together."

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