Chapter 73

"Damn it," I cursed slamming my fist on the seat.

"Mommy! You said a bad word!" Johnny exclaimed.

"I know, honey. I'm sorry," I replied halfhearted.

He gave me a justified nod.

We were sitting at the barbed wire section of a well-built roadblock. Cars were lined up from one side of the road the next. Between the cars and the barbed wire was torn up furniture, tables, postal boxes and whatever else they could find to buffer the spare room. It was set just perfectly so no vehicles or big groups could come through. If they wanted in that badly they had to walk in single file.

On each side was nothing but marsh lands. Water and grass land went on for miles in each direction and the road had been laid right down the middle. There was no way we were going to be able to drive around.

The silence in the truck was almost deafening as we each looked around. I knew we all felt the same wave of disappointment as we all realized that we were thoroughly trapped.