Post Apocalypse Truck Novels & Stories

Chapter 324 The Uncle's truck: “NO, NO, NO, Them nasty bastards just clipped Big C's truck!” Uncle Luke said, looking at the truck spin out of control, off the path into the dark forest. “WHAT! MY SON IS ON THAT TRUCK, WE NEED TO GET TO THE TRUCK NOW!” Thomas yelled in a panic, he made his way to the front just as the truck disappeared into the forest. “Their blocking the path and getting out, they are trying to make sure we can't get to our families.” Uncle Ronnie said punching the dashboard in frustration. “You think those cars can stop my truck from getting to my family.” Uncle Bubba said as he flipped a switch in the roof of the truck, something slid from the hood and in front of their t

The bag my mother had packed was getting heavier and heavier with each step. The talking was helping keep my fear of the forest at bay, but now, in the silence, the hooting and howling were getting to me. I rushed up to join Kent. I mean if I was stuck in the Unclaimed Forest with anyone, I would pick the most powerful Alpha. As I ran up to him, I must have stepped into some slippery mud because instead of landing next to him, I slammed into his back. In order to make sure he didn’t fall, he twisted to face me, caught me by my waist and kept me from eating mud. His touch was again warm.

I ordered as I wiped the stinging sweat from my eyes and loaded the last four slugs into my tube. "The flatbed truck is blocking the main driveway completely and the tires are totally shredded from the blast, so we will have to push that three-ton chassis out of the way with our own steel bumpers if we expect to reach the valley road alive," Paolo said as he ran toward the driver's seat of the lead vehicle and started pumping the gas pedal until the engine roared to life with a thick cloud of exhaust.

He targeted the driver of the lead buggy—an Orc wearing a skull mask. Brrrt. The driver vanished in a pixelated cloud of blue data. The buggy swerved violently and crashed into the guardrail, flipping over and exploding. "That's one!" Ren shouted, pulling himself back inside. "Shields are dropping on the cargo truck!" Jinx warned. "We have a heavy incoming! Twelve o'clock!" Ahead of them, blocking the highway, a massive semi-truck painted with skulls and spikes roared to life. It was twice the size of their rig.

I could even see the rising black smoke in the distance. That was the location of the firefight. "Less than two miles to go," the driver said. I tightened my grip on my weapon. 20 minutes later, the convoy reached the edge of the battlefield. The scene that unfolded before me was brutal. Out of a group of 40, only about 20 people remained who were still fighting. They were trapped in a half-collapsed shopping mall and surrounded by a dense horde of zombies. These weren't ordinary zombies. They were high-tier ones that were faster and stronger.

"The old meat packing plant. The one that shut down back in the nineties. They think they’re clever hiding in a graveyard." Dominic leaned over the desk, his eyes dead. "What did the truck look like?" "A black SUV," the man spat. "Heavy armor plates bolted to the doors. The whole passenger side was scraped to hell, just like the boys said from the overpass." Hugo stepped forward, smashing his fist into the wall. "Where exactly?" "Parked right by the rear loading dock," the worker said, rubbing his eyes. "I used my binoculars from the abandoned tenement across the street. Kept my distance, just like you told me. You think I’m stupid enough to get close?"

After I was done, I quickly returned to my hostel to open up my box of bottled water. This was the big surprise I prepared for everyone. I wanted to see if they could survive the apocalypse with whatever was in the box, which was more than twenty bottles of hot sauce.

Strangely enough, since then, I haven’t had that pain in my chest and I don’t know what to think about that. After all the hugs and goodbyes are made, Greg and I finally get into the charcoal Chevy Silverado that Uncle Zane gifted to me for this trip. It was more truck than I needed being a 4x4 and a 2500, but I loved it. You don’t see these in California, but they were all over Oklahoma remind me of my once home. The interior was a dark grey leather, with black accents and I absolutely adored it. We put our luggage in the back seats and Greg walked to the driver’s side. It may be my truck, but I hate driving long distances and he knows that, so he automatically assumes he will drive. I sigh

Gianna is close behind me as I step outside on the front porch and watch Ryder killing the engine of his bike. Before I can ask him anything, my gaze shifts to the old beat-up truck rolling inside the clubhouse after Ryder motions the prospects at the gate to let the truck in. My brows pull together in confusion as I look at the truck, which is a hazard on the road. It is no less than a miracle that it is still working. Slowly the truck comes to a halt beside Ryder's bike. My breath hitches in my throat when the door opens and the driver steps outside the truck.

Sophia said still crying again. And her tears made Megan feel more guilty, and she'd wish she knew where the truck was going. Actually the trunk was heading back to Russia and to the clan that belongs to Axton. The drivers were sent by Axton to go to Australia for a criminal business. And the cartons Megan was trying to check contained cocaines.