Chapter Twenty-Three
Family
Dust sighed and looked over at Josie sitting on a pile of pallets. She was staring moodily out at the empty road. Ever since her dad and brother arrived, she’d hardly said two words to anyone.
“I was wrong,” Beau muttered, holding the end of a thick water hose they had found. They had cut a section of it and were siphoning diesel fuel out of a barrel they had discovered near the remains of a dilapidated old bus shed. “If we’d had her help, we probably could have killed those damn creatures.”
Dust looked down at the other end of the hose where it disappeared into the gas tank of the small school bus. With a little work, the bus had started. The tires weren’t in the best shape, but at least they weren’t rotted. He figured being up against the building helped p
