Andrewsâs brother owned a sightseeing tours company, which operated small cruise ships around the Chesapeake Bay area. He owned two ships in his fleet that he believed could make a transatlantic voyage.
âThey should be more than big enough to hold all the Impals coming for the journey,â he said.
âAll of them ⦠coming?â Charlotte chimed in. âThereâs more than the ones we shelter here?â
âThere are three other camps I am working with ⦠one in Pennsylvania, one in New Jersey, and another in North Carolina. We are going to meet on the determined night and facilitate one big extraction,â Danny said.
âHow many in those camps?â Derek asked.
âIâm not sure. We should be evacuating close to four hundred, give or take a few,â Danny said. âDonât forget, we have another shipment coming in today ⦠all the way from Washington!â
Everyone began to talk at once before Danny put a decisive end to it.
âOkay everyone, pack out you trash and letâs get ready for the next shipment!â he proclaimed. He then turned and winked. âItâs cleaning day for you, Cecil,â he said pointing to a bucket, mop, and an assortment of cleaning supplies in the corner.
When I considered our dirty little shack, I was thankful to receive an order to perform clean up duty.
âDonât worry, they clean up good,â Burt whispered, poking me in the ribs. âOurs was a regular crap hole when we first moved in last week.â
I started to make a sarcastic comment when I heard a commotion outside. Several people darted about the mess hall and I could hear the sound of approaching vehicles. My heart leapt into my throat until I saw Burtâs amusement.
âRelax chief,â he said, reading the panic on my face. âItâs just our new Impal pals.â
We walked outside to find a group of people talking excitedly and watching the road with anticipation.
âAre you serious? Itâs really him?â one elderly woman asked a chubby young man with sunglasses and a large scar on his cheek.
He shrugged and said, âI donât know, I guess weâre about to find out.â
As if on cue, two large SUVs came into sight around a bend in the woods. A minute later, they skidded to a stop beside us. Everybody stepped back as if one of the vehicles might be radioactive and then stared in excitement. The front doors opened and a man and a woman got out of the front seat of each. They were either Impals carrying batteries or fleshers like us. They opened the back doors, including the cargo area and a number of Impals poured out of each vehicle. They all radiated with a âbatteries not includedâ shimmering glow. They always seemed much more surreal in the daylight.
The people began whispering again. I couldnât figure out what the commotion was about, until I looked a little closer. A group of Impals headed towards me. There was one man much taller than the rest. I felt a jolt of excitement as I recognized our new refugee. Thomas Pendleton told me about his encounter with him before his capture. I never dreamed I would be coming face to face with none other than Abraham Lincoln.
CHAPTER 8
MAN DOWN
âBeware of false knowledge; it is more dangerous than ignorance.â
~George Bernard Shaw
The tall, lanky former President tried to blend in with everyone else, but it was impossible. His stature was too recognizable both in the historic and physical sense. He loped past without a word. I stood frozen in place, dumbstruck. I had met two famous names from history in less than twenty-four hours. I must admit, Lincoln is the ultimate. He may not be my favorite president, yet I was an admirer all the same.
The drivers of the SUVs along with Taylor, Derek and Charlotte accompanied the new arrivals. They led them into the woods along the path leading to the concealed mineshaft. I turned to see Burt