A Southern Survivor Part 11

Riley hadn't eaten in a week.He had half a canteen left of water but would soon run out.It had snowed the night before and snow covered the ground a foot deep.In the distance were mountains and lakes.That was dangerous and rugged country.

There was a loud buzzing sound in the distance.Riley had no clue what it could be and he ran into a section of forest holding his winchester rifle.Sweat beads broke out on his forehead and his grip on his rifle tightened.There were two or three black shapes in the distance.

As they got closer Riley realized what they were.They were three jet black snowmobiles.A man and woman were riding the lead snowmobile.Two younger men were riding the other snowmobiles which were following close behind.

Might as well let them know I'm here before they decide I'm a zombie and want to shoot Riley thought.He swallowed hard and walked out of the forest,his hands raised and giving a friendly smile.Almost immediately,the two younger men raised their weapons.One was holding a shotgun,maybe a mossberg and the other one was holding some sort of rifle.

"Thats far enough,"the older man who seemed to be the leader shouted.Riley stopped still with his hands in the air and he suddenly felt like someone was also standing behind him.The leader of the group looked up and motioned with his hand.

"Were not gonna shoot you unless you fire at us,"said a low voice behind Riley.Riley turned his head and saw a man walking towards him holding a rifle similar to the other man."What are you doing this far out,with those things out and the weather the way it is?"the leader asked."Just going through,no where to go,"Riley replied.

"If you have no where to go,and it seems you have no clue what to do,would you like to join our little group?"the leader asked.Riley met his eyes and said "I've always thought theres safety in numbers,I would be happy to."The man came forward and extended his hand.Riley took the man's hand and shook it.The man's grip was strong but it was friendly.

"My names William but friends call me Bruin.The wonderful woman over there is Glynda,the young man with the rifle is Cornwell and the youngest of our group is Patrick but we call him Pat.""And I'm Anthony,"the man behind Riley said.

"We have a group up in the mountains and we call ourselves the Wolf Pack,"Patrick said.One part of Riley's mind wondered who had named it that but he nodded his head.He was about to reply when Anthony looked in the distance and yelled "runners!"

Anthony and Cornwell raised their rifles and fired in controlled three round bursts.Riley marveled at how calm they were.Patrick raised his shotgun and went to one knee and covered the group's rear.Riley couldn't help but be amazed at how calm the group functioned and how calmy they defended themselves.

The runners dropped,most of their heads obilterated."You can ride with Patrick and Anthony you can ride with cornwell,"Bruin said lowering the shotgun he had just been firing.Glynda and Bruin got on one snowmobile and started it.Anthony and Cornwell got on their snowmobile after putting their rifles on safety and Patrick motioned for Riley to come get on his snowmobile.Bruin waited till everyone was seated and ready and he took off into a snow covered field.The rest of them followed closely behind.