Ryan Westfield - Fighting Rough

James had been hunting for mushrooms on his own yesterday. Hed become the resident mushroom expert.

The rest of them, Max included, had been back at camp when James had come sprinting back, urgency on his face. Hed been so out of breath that hed been unable to speak at first.

Theyd all seen on his face that something was wrong. Very wrong.

Theres someone here, hed finally said. Someone from the compound. Less than a mile away.

The compound? Max had said. Are you sure?

James had nodded vigorously.

How do you know?

I recognized him. He was in the dining hall with us when we were there.

How can you be sure, though? said Jake.

Hes got a good memory for faces, said Sadie.

I would have just shot him, said James. But if there was someone else, I would have just drawn attention to us.

You did the right thing.

It had been a blow to everyone. For the last week, theyd enjoyed an unusual sense of calm at their makeshift camp set up near Jake and Roses parked van. No one else knew they were there. They wanted to keep it that way.

It had been close to sundown, and theyd decided itd be best to set out to investigate the following day. Theyd doubled the watch, put out the fire, and suffered through the cold night.

No one had slept much, and when the morning had come, they were all tired and weak from lack of sleep.

Thanks, said Max, accepting the mug of coffee that Rose handed him.

He held the hot mug and took a sip of the strong, bitter coffee. It filled him with some much-needed warmth.

It was unusually cold. Winter had come early, and the air temperature was below freezing. Their water had frozen overnight.

Looks like it might snow, said John, looking up to the grey clouds that stretched across the entire sky.

Lets hope not, said Max. We dont need any more problems. Although

What is it?

If theres someone snooping around our area, snowfall could be a huge help.

Youre talking about the tracks?

Yeah, well be able to see easily enough if someones been here.

John nodded thoughtfully as he chewed his venison. Venison was practically their only food, aside from the mushrooms James hunted.

Their group was bigger than it had been. John and Cynthia, and Jake and Rose had joined their group less than a week ago. Theyd all pooled their food together. But there really hadnt been much. John had explained how theyd had to ditch most of their food when on the run from the militia scouts.

Thered been some food at the pot farmers tent. Theyd had a stockpile of canned foods, along with long-lasting foods like rice and beans. But theyd all agreed that the best thing to do was save the shelf-stable items until they really needed it. If at some point in the future they couldnt get venison, theyd be glad theyd saved the food. For now, the deer were plentiful. Theyd shot two over the last week.

Max finished his portion of venison, drained the last of his coffee, and nodded to Mandy. Come on, he said. Lets get moving.

Almost ready, said Mandy, not even glancing up. She was checking her rifle.

They finally had ammunition for their rifles. Not a lot. But some. The pot farmers had been fairly well armed. Theyd even had ammunition for guns they didnt have with them.

You sure you dont want me to come? said John.

Max shook his head. Better to have you here.

John nodded.

Ready, said Mandy, shouldering her rifle.

She and Max set off, heading north, into the woods. They walked in silence for the first ten minutes.

The air seemed to be getting colder. Max had on his jacket, but it was far from being a winter jacket. At least they were moving. That was the best way to stay warm.

When the cold was really bad was at night. Especially without the fire. They had some sleeping bags and blankets. But not enough.

The groups gear was really a hodgepodge. Bits and pieces. Nothing was complete. The things John and Cynthia had brought had been scavenged from various other peoples gear, and then theyd had to abandon half of it.

The things taken from the pot farmers had been useful, but obviously the pot farmers hadnt been preparing for an event like this. They were just expecting to be out in the woods for a month or so, with regular trips into town, judging from what theyd had with them.

Jake and Rose were a whole different situation altogether. Theyd had some invaluable things, like the radio. Not to mention a working van. And some treats, like plenty of coffee. But they had no guns, no knives. Nothing but basic camping gear.

A larger group had plenty of advantages. And a lot more problems.

More mouths to feed, more people to worry about.

Max walked along, lost in his own thoughts, his eyes scanning the cold forest.

Finally, Mandy spoke.

Arent you happy to see your brother again?

Of course, said Max. Why?

Frankly, the question puzzled him.

You havent seemed happy since he got here. And you hardly talk to him. He clearly wants to talk to you.

Max shrugged. Were trying to survive, he said. Theres no time for happiness. Were either alive or were not.

But you know what I mean. Hes your brother. I hardly hear you two talking. Was that how your family was or something?

Im not going to get into my whole family history, said Max. Its not important. Not now. Keep your eyes open for anything unusual.

Nothing so far, said Mandy. I just dont get the thing between you and John.

Max sighed. Fine, he said. You really want my thoughts on it?

Mandy nodded. Its like prying nails sometimes with you. Go ahead. Please.

We werent that close, said Max. Im happy hes alive, obviously. Hes very different now than he was. The EMP changed him. Probably for the better. I think he can be a big help to us.

Real deep, muttered Mandy.

Max shrugged and looked to the sky. A single snowflake fell onto his nose.

Snow, said Max. I guess John was right.

I hate the snow, muttered Mandy. Makes me thinks of having to shovel out my car. And dealing with traffic.

Well, thats not going to be a problem. Although the roads could get bad without anybody plowing. Depends how much it snows.

Hopefully it doesnt come to having to deal with that. Im liking having a camp, a home base. Rather than being on the move.

Me too, said Max. But it doesnt really matter what we like.

Yeah, said Mandy, finishing his thought for him. Its about what keeps us alive. Youve told us all countless times.

Over the next hour, they traveled in a large arc around the campsite. There were no signs of anyone. The snow continued to fall. It was picking up, and showed no signs of slowing down. Soon, there was a light covering of snow on the ground.

Were making tracks, said Max, pointing down to their footprints.

I dont know if thats good or bad.

Could be both.

We never talked about what were going to do if we find someone out here, said Mandy. Are we just going to shoot them dead? After all, we cant let the compound know were here. Im not hesitating this time. Im not going to let that stuff get to me again. My trigger fingers ready. No hesitation.

She was talking rapidly, as if she was trying to convince herself more than she was trying to convince Max.

Dont go trigger happy. We need information, said Max. As they say, dead men cant talk.

Information? You mean if they know were here or not.

Exactly.

They were both covered with a light dusting of snow that slowly grew as they walked.

The forest seems so peaceful with the snow, remarked Mandy.

Its not going to take much to change that

Suddenly, Mandy put her hand up.