Red Hammer: Voodoo Plague book 4
““Lindsey, do you know how to get to a big highway, like the Interstate?” Rachel asked the older girl, hoping she had paid attention when her parents drove.
“Turn right.” Madison answered, sounding absolutely certain with her directions. Smiling, Rachel turned the wheel and accelerated onto the asphalt. Having never owned an American car, Rachel was surprised at how well the old sedan still drove. She couldn’t help but continue to smile as she pushed the car up to 50 miles an hour, the thro...aty rumble making her feel powerful, unlike the buzzy four cylinder Japanese engine in her hybrid.
The road was perfectly flat and straight as an arrow except when it occasionally made two routine, consecutive, opposite direction ninety degree turns to adjust for the corner of a new rice paddy. After the second set of turns she had to keep her speed down to steer around infected males that were stumbling across the pavement, alerted to her presence by the rumbling exhaust.
The girls were quiet as she drove and Dog stuck his head out the open window, enjoying the wind. Rachel was starting to relax a notch, growing more confident with the power of the car under her control. After a few more miles they reached a three way intersection, the road they were on continuing straight ahead, a larger road heading ninety degrees to her left. Braking to a stop, Rachel looked at the faded signs posted on a pipe that leaned drunkenly in the weeds. Straight ahead was West Memphis, five miles away. To their left, the new road was state highway 18. There was no indication where it led, but Rachel was sure she didn’t want to go anywhere near Memphis, or West Memphis, or anything Memphis. She turned left.MoreLess
“Turn right.” Madison answered, sounding absolutely certain with her directions. Smiling, Rachel turned the wheel and accelerated onto the asphalt. Having never owned an American car, Rachel was surprised at how well the old sedan still drove. She couldn’t help but continue to smile as she pushed the car up to 50 miles an hour, the thro...aty rumble making her feel powerful, unlike the buzzy four cylinder Japanese engine in her hybrid.
The road was perfectly flat and straight as an arrow except when it occasionally made two routine, consecutive, opposite direction ninety degree turns to adjust for the corner of a new rice paddy. After the second set of turns she had to keep her speed down to steer around infected males that were stumbling across the pavement, alerted to her presence by the rumbling exhaust.
The girls were quiet as she drove and Dog stuck his head out the open window, enjoying the wind. Rachel was starting to relax a notch, growing more confident with the power of the car under her control. After a few more miles they reached a three way intersection, the road they were on continuing straight ahead, a larger road heading ninety degrees to her left. Braking to a stop, Rachel looked at the faded signs posted on a pipe that leaned drunkenly in the weeds. Straight ahead was West Memphis, five miles away. To their left, the new road was state highway 18. There was no indication where it led, but Rachel was sure she didn’t want to go anywhere near Memphis, or West Memphis, or anything Memphis. She turned left.MoreLess
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