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Won’t be a sec.”
He walked out into the hallway. As he looked toward the exit, he saw several people walking around outside the doors. It looked like someone was hurt because some other people were leaning down trying to help them.
As he got closer, he saw that they weren’t trying to help someone.
He saw that they were actually feeding on him.
Quickly, he ran back into the gym. He ran over to a set of bleachers. “Help me move this shit over there in front of the doors!” he yelled.
Other men came over. They moved a heavy set of bleachers, blocking the doorway. It was the only way in or out.
“We’ll be safe here now,” Ski said. “Let’s just wait this out. Shouldn’t be long til help arrives.”
However, it was two days later when they finally were able to sneak away from the gym.
I told them I survived a plane crash. This added to Cindy’s disbelief of my story. I also told them about Norm, going to Seattle, meeting Tara. I told them how Tara was killed on the highway. I told Ski about the yacht – how I had to figure out how to maneuver it.
Mindy and Cindy were talking amongst themselves. Mindy turned to us and a sked “Hey what about Richland? We could go there, right?”
“Richland?” Ski said, “That’s more than 150 miles from here. What’s in Richland that makes it worth going there?”
Mindy said “Paranoia.”
“Para…what the fuck…” Ski took off his baseball ca t scratching his shaved head. I heard him scratch it.
Mindy said “That’s where he said he lives. I had planned to meet him one day.”
“Ok hold on. Who or what is Paranoia?”
Mindy blushed a little. “He was a guy I talked to on Go4 chat. His real name is Ben Hanscomb.”
“Ok wait a minute. You want to drive 150 miles through a zombie-infested countryside just to go meet some dude you met on Go4?”
“They had a real relationship going, Mike,” Cindy said. “They were talking about getting together before all this happened.”
“How do you know if this fucker is even alive ? When was the last time you were talking…or excuse me, chatting with him?”
Mindy said “During Sam’s softball game.”
He looked at me. “What do you think Dan?”
I said “I have no plans either way. I’m just trying to survive here.” I didn’t want to say anything about the voices I heard on the radio – at least, not yet. I had only come this way just to get away from tsunami threats – but now that I’d met these new people, I basically put the military base out of my mind. Something about the voices on the radio really didn’t fare well with me, anyway.
“Well I think going after this Paranoia dude will be nothing but a wild goose chase. I mean Mindy; do you even know this fucker’s address?”
Mindy said “I have it on my cell.”
“K what is it?
She thumbed her cell phone on. “5285 Mockingbird Court. It’s in West Richland.”
I kind of laughed a little. “Your cell still has power?”
“Yeah Ski lets me charge it in the cigarette lighter.”
Damn I wish I had thought of that !
“No service though?” I asked.
“Not since all this happened.”
I wondered why the pole shift caused cell phones to stop working, but then figured that if indeed the world had flipped, we would now be under the satellites of Australia…if the world had flipped north to south, that is.
And if we did flip north to south, I would think that instead of summer, we would be in winter now….but it wasn’t cold outside. It wasn’t making much sense at all.
Needless to say, I really didn’t care where we went as long as we survived, had shelter, and had food. Was it luck that brought me to this group or just a rando m push in the right direction? I didn’t know, but our trip to Richland was unforgiving, as usual.
I don’t know why I thought it wouldn’t be.
We headed south to Richland.
Ski did a good job weaving in and out of
He walked out into the hallway. As he looked toward the exit, he saw several people walking around outside the doors. It looked like someone was hurt because some other people were leaning down trying to help them.
As he got closer, he saw that they weren’t trying to help someone.
He saw that they were actually feeding on him.
Quickly, he ran back into the gym. He ran over to a set of bleachers. “Help me move this shit over there in front of the doors!” he yelled.
Other men came over. They moved a heavy set of bleachers, blocking the doorway. It was the only way in or out.
“We’ll be safe here now,” Ski said. “Let’s just wait this out. Shouldn’t be long til help arrives.”
However, it was two days later when they finally were able to sneak away from the gym.
I told them I survived a plane crash. This added to Cindy’s disbelief of my story. I also told them about Norm, going to Seattle, meeting Tara. I told them how Tara was killed on the highway. I told Ski about the yacht – how I had to figure out how to maneuver it.
Mindy and Cindy were talking amongst themselves. Mindy turned to us and a sked “Hey what about Richland? We could go there, right?”
“Richland?” Ski said, “That’s more than 150 miles from here. What’s in Richland that makes it worth going there?”
Mindy said “Paranoia.”
“Para…what the fuck…” Ski took off his baseball ca t scratching his shaved head. I heard him scratch it.
Mindy said “That’s where he said he lives. I had planned to meet him one day.”
“Ok hold on. Who or what is Paranoia?”
Mindy blushed a little. “He was a guy I talked to on Go4 chat. His real name is Ben Hanscomb.”
“Ok wait a minute. You want to drive 150 miles through a zombie-infested countryside just to go meet some dude you met on Go4?”
“They had a real relationship going, Mike,” Cindy said. “They were talking about getting together before all this happened.”
“How do you know if this fucker is even alive ? When was the last time you were talking…or excuse me, chatting with him?”
Mindy said “During Sam’s softball game.”
He looked at me. “What do you think Dan?”
I said “I have no plans either way. I’m just trying to survive here.” I didn’t want to say anything about the voices I heard on the radio – at least, not yet. I had only come this way just to get away from tsunami threats – but now that I’d met these new people, I basically put the military base out of my mind. Something about the voices on the radio really didn’t fare well with me, anyway.
“Well I think going after this Paranoia dude will be nothing but a wild goose chase. I mean Mindy; do you even know this fucker’s address?”
Mindy said “I have it on my cell.”
“K what is it?
She thumbed her cell phone on. “5285 Mockingbird Court. It’s in West Richland.”
I kind of laughed a little. “Your cell still has power?”
“Yeah Ski lets me charge it in the cigarette lighter.”
Damn I wish I had thought of that !
“No service though?” I asked.
“Not since all this happened.”
I wondered why the pole shift caused cell phones to stop working, but then figured that if indeed the world had flipped, we would now be under the satellites of Australia…if the world had flipped north to south, that is.
And if we did flip north to south, I would think that instead of summer, we would be in winter now….but it wasn’t cold outside. It wasn’t making much sense at all.
Needless to say, I really didn’t care where we went as long as we survived, had shelter, and had food. Was it luck that brought me to this group or just a rando m push in the right direction? I didn’t know, but our trip to Richland was unforgiving, as usual.
I don’t know why I thought it wouldn’t be.
We headed south to Richland.
Ski did a good job weaving in and out of
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