“It shouldn’t be too hard to find a good hiding place once they get back on their migration,” Griz said.
“The landscape can change within just a few miles. Let’s hope there will be cover available when we need it,” Kurt cautioned.
“Hey guys. There’s a lock and dam coming up. We’ll be there in a few hours at this rate,” Jase said as he pulled out his binoculars.
“How’s the lock look?” Clutch said from behind Kurt.
“Nuh-uh,” Jase said. “It looks like it’s blocked by a big boat.”
“Damn. I was hoping we’d get lucky and the lock would be clear,” Kurt said.
“Can we get through another way?” Clutch asked.
“Doubt it,” Kurt said.
Clutch muttered a string of profanity, his words echoed by complaints and curses by every single one of us. When she wasn’t being a bitch, Nikki had told us how various crews had opened all the locks after the outbreak to travel the river easier. We’d been counting on having a wide open path. With a lock blocked, we quite literally had nowhere to go except back.
I looked at my watch and tried to mentally calculate our location. We’d been on the river for nine hours. I bit my lip to keep it from trembling. “We can’t be more than four or five miles from the Aurora.”
“That’s not far enough,” Griz said and turned to Clutch. “What’s the plan, Sarge?”
Goosebumps flitted across my skin. Once we reached the lock, we’d be fucked. The zeds would close us in. We couldn’t turn back without bringing the herds with us to the Aurora. There were no islands or outcroppings of trees to lose the zeds in.
Clutch’s lips thinned as he looked at the herd and then ahead toward the lock. After a moment, he spoke. “We keep going.”
Tension throbbed between my temples as I wracked my brain for ideas, but there were few options in a wide open river. We passed a couple outcroppings of dead trees, which would offer some cover, but we were still dangerously close to the river barge. An hour later, the game changed when we could see which boat was blocking the dock.
The Lady Amore was sitting sideways in the lock. It looked like it had tried to shove past the smaller boats and logs jamming up the lock but had gotten itself stuck. Without Sorenson to captain the riverboat, it looked like Sorenson’s remaining crew lacked the skill to navigate through the open locks and around dams.
“Oh, hell,” Jase said.
Clutch made his way toward the front of the boat where Jase was. “What is it?”
There are zeds all over the lock. It looks like they’re dropping down onto the boat.”
“What do we do?” Kurt asked.
“Our primary objective is to deter the herd,” Clutch said bluntly. “Everything else has to come second.” He turned to Kurt. “Will that small grouping of islands and trees over there work to hide us?”
Kurt bit his lip as he thought for a moment. “It should. It’s nice and close to the lock, so as long as we get there without them seeing us, it may work. Why?”
“Because the riverboat is going to draw their attention from us,” Clutch replied.
Kurt frowned. “There might be people still on board.”
Clutch narrowed his eyes. “The Aurora is counting on us.”
“He’s right,” Griz said quietly. “We’re not far enough away. If we turn around, we could lead them right back to the Aurora. The Lady Amore will distract them enough that they’ll forget about us and then keep going. It’s the only way.”
Clutch unsheathed his knife. “Turn off the music, Kurt. Griz, help me cut the meat loose.”
As the pair started to cut the cords holding the deer organs onto the sides, Kurt shook his head as he started the engine and turned the boat around. “I don’t like this. It’s not right.”
“And exactly how do you expect us to rescue anyone in that lock?” Clutch asked as a chunk of deer meat plopped into the water.