The Takers: Book One Of The Oz Chronicles - Plot & Excerpts
They tasted fantastic. We each took two and ate them in record time. Wes warmed himself a pot of coffee on the grill. Had somebody seen a snapshot of us they may have guessed we were on a camping trip having the time of our lives. "Sure could go for a steak right about now," Wes said, corn stuck between his teeth. "Meat in the store's done turned on me." "What about a generator?" I asked. "Doesn't Wal-Mart have one of those?" "Course it does," he said. "But they don't work." "They don't?" "No, sir," he said. "They run on gas and the gas ain't no good no more. Them Greasywhoppers ruined just about everything." Nate let out a cry from inside the mattress store. I started to stand, but Lou beat me to it. She ran inside the store. Wes burped and threw his stripped corncob behind him. "You still figurin' on heading east?" he asked. "Yes, sir." "It ain't gonna be easy. You got Monteagle to cross. It could take you two, three days to make it to the other side. Temperature's about twenty degrees cooler up there.
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