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Authors: Dave Rowlands
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wouldn't forget. I also went around behind the counter to check if there were any lighters. There were not, as it happened, and Apocalypse Girl sauntered up at that moment, asking me if I was looking for something.
“Lighters. But it looks like someone else got here first.” I said. She chuckled and opened up her backpack. It was very neatly packed, much more so than mine, except for a layer of lighters floating around freely.
“Thought they might come in handy.” She smiled. “Help yourself. Probably better if everyone has a few anyway.” I grabbed a handful, stuffing them into the pockets of my jeans.
We sat behind the counter together, simply speaking of better times. Before long, Archer came in through the door to get me for my watch. I scurried up to the roof, and waited for something to happen. Several hours passed. Sheer boredom. Time to get Junior and maybe get some sleep, not that I even remembered what that felt like anymore. From below I heard The Kid snoring away like a chainsaw. At least someone could sleep...
January 14th Year 1 A.Z.
dawn
We awoke with the dawn. The sky was grey, looking as if about to bucket upon us millions of kilolitres of water at any moment. The Kid was inside, chatting away with Butcher who was preparing breakfast for everyone. By the time we all piled into the vehicles it had begun, raining great big squishy raindrops, splattering greyly on the windshield of the Valiant as Apocalypse Girl drove us further to the east. The rain seemed strange, it seemed a grey sludge was forming on the wipers as we drove, the torrential downpour threatened to continue for eternity. The roads were wet and slippery, and after a while Apocalypse Girl gave the agreed on two honks of the horn and we stopped. By now the rain had worsened and lightning flashed across the sky. It was the only time we could see, for a brief period, but it was welcomed every time. Until a bolt struck the top of a nearby tree, when we were all blinded.
unknown-suspect late afternoon
The rain has still not stopped. We can hear nothing but the rain, we can see nothing but the rain. I'm starting to think it will never stop. Nothing else to do but smoke ourselves stupid at the moment. Can't see to drive, can't get out of the car, because we can't see and the Dead could be inches away before they're detected. Gradually the grey sludge pelting the windows darkened to black sludge as night fell. We could no more move in this than in a blizzard. We ate from the snacks that The Kid had grabbed, drank water. The rain became our very existence for the next several hours. The only light a faint red glow passing from one person to the next. Eventually the smoke grew thick enough that we could no longer see inside the Valiant either. We dozed, as only the truly stoned can, and were awoken by The Kid screaming in his sleep.
It turned out he had been having a nightmare in which he, in full control of his own actions, decided to eat one of us. He crawled over Junior to get to the door, and flew outside. By now the rain had slackened off to a faint trickle, and we could hear him trying to vomit out every dream he had ever had. After a few minutes of this, he halted. Saying that he was going to take a quick look around, he disappeared into the gloom. He returned a short while later, unable to see anything in the darkness, and climbed back into the car.
After this we simply sat in silence and waited for a new day to dawn.
January 15th Year 1 A.Z.
mid-morning
The rain halted sometime after sunrise, but the gloom remained. Clouds blanketed the sky, the sun a faint glow behind darkness. The rain had washed away all the colour in the world, it seemed, with the grass grey and bleak as the road upon which our vehicles sat. The blood that had covered the bonnet of the
“Lighters. But it looks like someone else got here first.” I said. She chuckled and opened up her backpack. It was very neatly packed, much more so than mine, except for a layer of lighters floating around freely.
“Thought they might come in handy.” She smiled. “Help yourself. Probably better if everyone has a few anyway.” I grabbed a handful, stuffing them into the pockets of my jeans.
We sat behind the counter together, simply speaking of better times. Before long, Archer came in through the door to get me for my watch. I scurried up to the roof, and waited for something to happen. Several hours passed. Sheer boredom. Time to get Junior and maybe get some sleep, not that I even remembered what that felt like anymore. From below I heard The Kid snoring away like a chainsaw. At least someone could sleep...
January 14th Year 1 A.Z.
dawn
We awoke with the dawn. The sky was grey, looking as if about to bucket upon us millions of kilolitres of water at any moment. The Kid was inside, chatting away with Butcher who was preparing breakfast for everyone. By the time we all piled into the vehicles it had begun, raining great big squishy raindrops, splattering greyly on the windshield of the Valiant as Apocalypse Girl drove us further to the east. The rain seemed strange, it seemed a grey sludge was forming on the wipers as we drove, the torrential downpour threatened to continue for eternity. The roads were wet and slippery, and after a while Apocalypse Girl gave the agreed on two honks of the horn and we stopped. By now the rain had worsened and lightning flashed across the sky. It was the only time we could see, for a brief period, but it was welcomed every time. Until a bolt struck the top of a nearby tree, when we were all blinded.
unknown-suspect late afternoon
The rain has still not stopped. We can hear nothing but the rain, we can see nothing but the rain. I'm starting to think it will never stop. Nothing else to do but smoke ourselves stupid at the moment. Can't see to drive, can't get out of the car, because we can't see and the Dead could be inches away before they're detected. Gradually the grey sludge pelting the windows darkened to black sludge as night fell. We could no more move in this than in a blizzard. We ate from the snacks that The Kid had grabbed, drank water. The rain became our very existence for the next several hours. The only light a faint red glow passing from one person to the next. Eventually the smoke grew thick enough that we could no longer see inside the Valiant either. We dozed, as only the truly stoned can, and were awoken by The Kid screaming in his sleep.
It turned out he had been having a nightmare in which he, in full control of his own actions, decided to eat one of us. He crawled over Junior to get to the door, and flew outside. By now the rain had slackened off to a faint trickle, and we could hear him trying to vomit out every dream he had ever had. After a few minutes of this, he halted. Saying that he was going to take a quick look around, he disappeared into the gloom. He returned a short while later, unable to see anything in the darkness, and climbed back into the car.
After this we simply sat in silence and waited for a new day to dawn.
January 15th Year 1 A.Z.
mid-morning
The rain halted sometime after sunrise, but the gloom remained. Clouds blanketed the sky, the sun a faint glow behind darkness. The rain had washed away all the colour in the world, it seemed, with the grass grey and bleak as the road upon which our vehicles sat. The blood that had covered the bonnet of the
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