Not to mention, Julia was a crack shot and deadly with her weapons. No worries there. Jake drove, and we headed out along Route 71. That road took us on a southerly tour of the edge of our domain, and into the river lands. The road twisted a lot at the eastern edge of the preserve, and since we were really bad about maintaining the roads, it took us an hour to navigate the turns and hills. When we cleared the hills, it was straight sailing to Ottawa, the big city on the river. Once upon a time, zombies had overrun this town, but after a serious pushback by our dad, people had been coming back. There had to be over five thousand people there now, and seemed to be growing daily. We filled up at the one gas station in town, paying a silver for our gas and getting a handful of coppers in change. Gas was extremely cheap, something my dad explained as the law of supply and demand, but I never paid attention when he started going on about economics.
