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in the cities and towns he explored. Bodies rotted everywhere. Not all victims to the virus. Those immune to the plague weren’t safe, not with the zombies roaming about. Only those willing to kill survived. The Darwin theory at work.
“The whole planet is like a ghost town. Entire cities and neighborhoods, silent. It’s really uncanny.” Spooky even, to have so many windows and homes watching, sitting there empty of the life once inhabiting them. “There are survivors, but in my travels across America, they’ve proven scarce. Many have hidden themselves out of fear. Others have gone mad.”
“So the world truly has ended. Humanity is done.”
Such sad despair. He shook his head. “Not quite. There’s also rumors of rebuilding. Of people banding together to form new societies. Once I left here, I planned to check out rumors about an Amish village that’s been taking in survivors.”
She smiled. “An Amish village? That’s brilliant.”
No kidding. What better place to live than one that didn’t rely on any modern conveniences like electricity?
“Yup. Of course my visit to check it out will wait now that I’ve found you.” Hannah ducked her head, but he could see the hint of a smile as his reaffirmation he would stay pleased her.
“Do you think they might have some people Beth’s age? I worry about her.”
“Only one way to find out. If we’re going to travel, though, we’re going to need more than just my bike. I’ll take a poke around town and see if I can’t find any more motorcycles that can be fixed up. It’s easier to maneuver the roadblocks in those than a car or truck.”
“What about Uncle Fred. He can’t drive one.”
“I’ll scout for a big cruiser and Fred can ride behind me.”
“But I don’t know how to drive one.”
“Then you’ll have to learn. It’s pretty easy. I’ll give you and Beth lessons if you want.” Such a pity so many of the roads were overrun with stalled vehicles and other detritus. With no one to clear storm debris or toppled power lines, some places were virtually impassable. A car would have made things much easier, but as the panic had spread, people had tried to escape, as if they could outdrive the disease. Some had died in their cars, others had fled when the roads became impassable, and nature had overtaken the rest of the arteries that had once linked the towns. It was surprising how quickly civilization crumbled with nobody around to tend it.
Motorcycles made a decent choice for travel, once you learned how to ride one and if you took it slow. Potholes waited to toss the unwary.
Actually, now that Brody thought of all the hazards that could happen on a motorcycle, he wondered if perhaps he should look into a different mode of travel. He refused to take chances with Hannah’s safety.
“Beth can already ride. She had a dirt bike for a while until she wrecked it doing stupid stunts.”
“What about you? Did you want to learn?” Personally, he would prefer her as a passenger, holding on to him nice and tight.
“No thank you. Motorcycles are dangerous.”
So primly said by the girl with the gun tucked in her pants who, only minutes before, had blown the brains out of the zombies coming after them.
“I don’t think we can avoid the fact that this new world is dangerous, even if you don’t get on a bike.”
“True.” She went silent for a moment as if thinking. “Will humanity survive?” she asked as she peered at him with a serious mien.
“Of course we will. We’re a stubborn bunch. Tell you what. We can get started right now on repopulating the species if you’d like,” he said with a naughty grin. What perfect timing. He stopped walking in front of the wide display window for the mattress store.
“Brody! I was being serious.”
‘So am I. I think we owe it to humanity to have sex, kitten, lots of it, and pop out babies. Dozens.” He couldn’t help but laugh at her shriek. Hannah dropped her bike and came after him.
“The whole planet is like a ghost town. Entire cities and neighborhoods, silent. It’s really uncanny.” Spooky even, to have so many windows and homes watching, sitting there empty of the life once inhabiting them. “There are survivors, but in my travels across America, they’ve proven scarce. Many have hidden themselves out of fear. Others have gone mad.”
“So the world truly has ended. Humanity is done.”
Such sad despair. He shook his head. “Not quite. There’s also rumors of rebuilding. Of people banding together to form new societies. Once I left here, I planned to check out rumors about an Amish village that’s been taking in survivors.”
She smiled. “An Amish village? That’s brilliant.”
No kidding. What better place to live than one that didn’t rely on any modern conveniences like electricity?
“Yup. Of course my visit to check it out will wait now that I’ve found you.” Hannah ducked her head, but he could see the hint of a smile as his reaffirmation he would stay pleased her.
“Do you think they might have some people Beth’s age? I worry about her.”
“Only one way to find out. If we’re going to travel, though, we’re going to need more than just my bike. I’ll take a poke around town and see if I can’t find any more motorcycles that can be fixed up. It’s easier to maneuver the roadblocks in those than a car or truck.”
“What about Uncle Fred. He can’t drive one.”
“I’ll scout for a big cruiser and Fred can ride behind me.”
“But I don’t know how to drive one.”
“Then you’ll have to learn. It’s pretty easy. I’ll give you and Beth lessons if you want.” Such a pity so many of the roads were overrun with stalled vehicles and other detritus. With no one to clear storm debris or toppled power lines, some places were virtually impassable. A car would have made things much easier, but as the panic had spread, people had tried to escape, as if they could outdrive the disease. Some had died in their cars, others had fled when the roads became impassable, and nature had overtaken the rest of the arteries that had once linked the towns. It was surprising how quickly civilization crumbled with nobody around to tend it.
Motorcycles made a decent choice for travel, once you learned how to ride one and if you took it slow. Potholes waited to toss the unwary.
Actually, now that Brody thought of all the hazards that could happen on a motorcycle, he wondered if perhaps he should look into a different mode of travel. He refused to take chances with Hannah’s safety.
“Beth can already ride. She had a dirt bike for a while until she wrecked it doing stupid stunts.”
“What about you? Did you want to learn?” Personally, he would prefer her as a passenger, holding on to him nice and tight.
“No thank you. Motorcycles are dangerous.”
So primly said by the girl with the gun tucked in her pants who, only minutes before, had blown the brains out of the zombies coming after them.
“I don’t think we can avoid the fact that this new world is dangerous, even if you don’t get on a bike.”
“True.” She went silent for a moment as if thinking. “Will humanity survive?” she asked as she peered at him with a serious mien.
“Of course we will. We’re a stubborn bunch. Tell you what. We can get started right now on repopulating the species if you’d like,” he said with a naughty grin. What perfect timing. He stopped walking in front of the wide display window for the mattress store.
“Brody! I was being serious.”
‘So am I. I think we owe it to humanity to have sex, kitten, lots of it, and pop out babies. Dozens.” He couldn’t help but laugh at her shriek. Hannah dropped her bike and came after him.
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