Last Leg

     Awakening from our restless sleep we roused ourselves and prepare for the long journey still ahead of us. The trailer that we found would make things a lot easier to move along the road, I had nearly fallen from my bike many times on the way here, the Remington weighs so much. I had found an ammo belt for my shotgun and a sling to keep it at the ready. We looked around and tried to secure anything of value, a good knife, fire start, and believe it or not a GPS, I suppose it didn't seem too important at the time every body was hurrying around during the initial chaos.
     We had packed up and were ready to get moving, breakfast was a number of energy bars and some water from self filtered bottles (of course we took a number of them with us too). We moved out of the sporting goods store, and found the street eerily void of Gs. Moving into and through the parking lot we easily found ourselves back on the highway, shortly after starting our ride we found out where all the Gs went to.
     They were swarming around a nearby house, we could see it from the highway, they were forty deep creeping around and trying desperately to enter the house.  On the roof we saw the reasons why they so wanted in. Laying in a shambled pile was a family of four, the blood dripping from the roof and onto the Gs below gave clear indications of the mutual murder and suicide of a despairing family. Crimson Gs fought for position under the red nectar flowing onto them.
     I could barely control my emotions as we stopped to view the horror in front of us. My stomach retched, I could feel the bile filling my throat, swallowing hard I returned my fluids where they belong. Rika was not so lucky, she vomited on the road, her wet sobbing eyes, bulged and reddened as she continued to heave on the ground. I was at a loss for words, I couldn't think of a thing to say that would help her through this, I got off my bike and walked over, huddled with her and we wept together. We couldn't afford to stay long in one place especially this close to the Gs. After a short time and few words of encouragement, we were back on the road, our pace had lessened and our mood sank to a nearly unbelievable low. The next few miles seemed to take years, the time and distance passed in silence.