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Authors: Sean Schubert
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I know the answer to that question about what makes a community–its buildings or its people. Well, there was plenty of buildings but it sure didn’t feel like no...community.
“I didn’t have much gas, so I knew that was the first thing I needed to find. Turns out, it wasn’t so hard to get. The gas pumps mighta’ been workin’ but I didn’t have no way of gettin’ gas from those, that didn’t seem to matter much. When people left, they only took one car. D’you know how many homes had more than one car in the driveway? Hell, I coulda’ found enough gas to last the rest of my life given the chance. It only took a coupla’ days before Duke and me was first class gas bandits. We’d just roll on up, empty the tank of the van or wagon or little rice burner that was sittin’ in the driveway and then we just roll on. That was a good few days there. We had us some food and some gas and some quiet. No phone ringin’. No mailman with no bills come a callin’. It was just me and ole Duke. It coulda’ been like that forever...for the rest of my days anyway, and I woulda’ been one happy soul.”
DB paused again, taken suddenly by a memory with much rougher edges. Neil and Emma looked at one another during the respite, not sure if the story had come to a close. Hoping to rekindle the narrative, Emma asked, “When did you find Ricky?”
DB nodded his head, remembering the day. “I guess it was about a week later. Me an’ Duke had a full tank and a full reserve, so we was livin’ high on the hog. We had the run of the town for the most part too. The big stores were pretty well emptied by then, but there were lots of places to look for food and other things too. We didn’t take much more than what we needed...typically. I ain’t never been one too fond of fancy things. Seems like all you do is fret over this or that gettin’ broke is all. Never seemed worth the headache to me.
“We’d been foraging a little further into town. I guess we was just feelin’ a little cocky. We was driving through a neighborhood and I thought I saw someone standin’ in the road down to my right...at a cross street. I hit the brakes and backed up and sure enough. This guy was just standin’ there. I guess it was a guy anyway. I yelled out to, ya know, see if he was all right. I shoulda’ known he wasn’t right just by the way he was standin’. It didn’t look...natural, I guess. When he looked up, I could see, even from that distance, he was one of those things that killed that pretty lady in the CNN video. He was one of them. He started to run, but he was all over the place...’bout as coordinated as a baby moose. He built steam though and was runnin’ right at us.
“I didn’t need no more encouragement. We just drove on until we saw another one. This one was a little girl with pigtails and all. Her skin was the same color as the thin trees in the yards around her. She was the scariest thing I ever did see. There’s just somethin’ chillin’ about seein’ a little kid that’s been turned into a demon.
“We shot outta the neighborhood but ended up in another. I didn’t think about it at the time but I guess I shoulda’. But how could I...how could anyone’ve known? We drove close enough to be able to see the hospital, but that was too close. If I thought that little girl and the man was bad, man was I in for it. Like they was waitin’ for me, there were...I don’t know...a hundred, maybe more of those damned things standing around in the street. They saw us and like we was the rabbit at the track and they was greyhounds, they took off after us. Some of ‘em ran pretty damned fast. I was afraid that maybe we was gonna get caught. And then they just kept running. They never get tired, do they? They can just go and go and will unless something else gets their attention.”
Emma interjected, “Yeah, or they catch you.”
Neil said, “That’s a theory that we’ve developed anyway.”
DB raised one of his
“I didn’t have much gas, so I knew that was the first thing I needed to find. Turns out, it wasn’t so hard to get. The gas pumps mighta’ been workin’ but I didn’t have no way of gettin’ gas from those, that didn’t seem to matter much. When people left, they only took one car. D’you know how many homes had more than one car in the driveway? Hell, I coulda’ found enough gas to last the rest of my life given the chance. It only took a coupla’ days before Duke and me was first class gas bandits. We’d just roll on up, empty the tank of the van or wagon or little rice burner that was sittin’ in the driveway and then we just roll on. That was a good few days there. We had us some food and some gas and some quiet. No phone ringin’. No mailman with no bills come a callin’. It was just me and ole Duke. It coulda’ been like that forever...for the rest of my days anyway, and I woulda’ been one happy soul.”
DB paused again, taken suddenly by a memory with much rougher edges. Neil and Emma looked at one another during the respite, not sure if the story had come to a close. Hoping to rekindle the narrative, Emma asked, “When did you find Ricky?”
DB nodded his head, remembering the day. “I guess it was about a week later. Me an’ Duke had a full tank and a full reserve, so we was livin’ high on the hog. We had the run of the town for the most part too. The big stores were pretty well emptied by then, but there were lots of places to look for food and other things too. We didn’t take much more than what we needed...typically. I ain’t never been one too fond of fancy things. Seems like all you do is fret over this or that gettin’ broke is all. Never seemed worth the headache to me.
“We’d been foraging a little further into town. I guess we was just feelin’ a little cocky. We was driving through a neighborhood and I thought I saw someone standin’ in the road down to my right...at a cross street. I hit the brakes and backed up and sure enough. This guy was just standin’ there. I guess it was a guy anyway. I yelled out to, ya know, see if he was all right. I shoulda’ known he wasn’t right just by the way he was standin’. It didn’t look...natural, I guess. When he looked up, I could see, even from that distance, he was one of those things that killed that pretty lady in the CNN video. He was one of them. He started to run, but he was all over the place...’bout as coordinated as a baby moose. He built steam though and was runnin’ right at us.
“I didn’t need no more encouragement. We just drove on until we saw another one. This one was a little girl with pigtails and all. Her skin was the same color as the thin trees in the yards around her. She was the scariest thing I ever did see. There’s just somethin’ chillin’ about seein’ a little kid that’s been turned into a demon.
“We shot outta the neighborhood but ended up in another. I didn’t think about it at the time but I guess I shoulda’. But how could I...how could anyone’ve known? We drove close enough to be able to see the hospital, but that was too close. If I thought that little girl and the man was bad, man was I in for it. Like they was waitin’ for me, there were...I don’t know...a hundred, maybe more of those damned things standing around in the street. They saw us and like we was the rabbit at the track and they was greyhounds, they took off after us. Some of ‘em ran pretty damned fast. I was afraid that maybe we was gonna get caught. And then they just kept running. They never get tired, do they? They can just go and go and will unless something else gets their attention.”
Emma interjected, “Yeah, or they catch you.”
Neil said, “That’s a theory that we’ve developed anyway.”
DB raised one of his
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