didn’t listen to the remainder; I made my way to the street. I had to know.
Were they from Utopia?
My gut screamed yes.
I believed it. I really believed it.
“Beginnings,” A man named Cole said. “Beginnings, Montana.”
I didn’t expect for Utopia to be named Utopia, and Cole didn’t know what I was talking about.
The sheer fact that during our conversation he said he needed a drink and pulled out a flask told me all I needed to know.
They lived civilized. They had flasks. Visited a tux shop. He told us about how they had all the food they needed. And medicine.
It had to be. It just had to be Utopia.
Another man from Beginnings arrived shortly to meet me.
In the midst of our conversation, another round of Putes happened upon us. If I didn’t know better I would have sworn they were chasing the Beginnings men.
After a round of fighting, exhilarating fighting, the second Beginnings man, Robbie, invited us along.
He had this bright honest smile. Perfect teeth. Teeth that had been tended to in the last five years.
When I told him about the Utopia we searched for, his reply was, Beginnings was as close to a Utopia as we could get.”
That was all I needed.
I asked if he could give me and Bentley a half an hour to get ready. He didn’t understand at first, but it was something I had to do. If I was going there, I was going to go as planned, with a haircut and dressed to make an impression that only I, Danny Hoi, could make.
9.
Utopia
The people of Beginnings
I thought back immediately to Mrs. Matthews and my father telling me that God saved us for a reason.
Why some were chosen and some were not was always beyond me until I stepped foot in Beginnings.
Beginnings was Utopia in all aspects of the word. Okay, well, after I got there it turned into Utopia.
You didn’t think I’d get there and not add the Danny touch, did you?
To say Bentley and I made a good impression was putting it mildly. We both cleaned up, dressed well, cut our hair and smelled good.
And just for information sake, they didn’t have a barber.
We were brought immediately to the leader’s office. Usually you are physically examined, then interviewed, then moved to a place called Containment, which I’ll get in to in a bit.
But before I continue, allow me to explain what I meant by I understood why some were chosen and some were not.
The leader of the community was Joe Slagel. A tough no nonsense man, in the military a long time, then went into the CIA. He had raised his four sons before the plague on his own, well, with the exception of the few wives he had. It’s debatable between his sons how many women he actually married.
Joe was a man loved by his family and loved by the community. The Moses of the post apocalyptic word. He led them from the ruins to Garfield, Montana, and he instituted a no less than pure community. Some liken it to pure communism. Everyone works, everyone gets the same.
Tough as nails, sarcastic as hell, and a man everyone wanted to be.
Joe’s four sons … all survived the plague.
But not at the same time.
When I arrived in Utopia, only Frank and Robbie were there. Both were in Security. Robbie actually brought me to Beginnings.
He was charming, clean and funny.
Frank, well, he tried to be funny. Sometimes he wasn’t bright enough. However, what Frank lacked in knowledge he more than made up for in spirit, military intelligence and heroism.
Frank Slagel was the ultimate hero in the post plague world.
There wasn't a person he wouldn’t risk his life for or a situation he ran from. Danger called him. With all the shit that happened outside the walls of Beginnings, Frank managed to keep that community safe and sound.
Within the next two years of me being in Beginnings, the other two sons surfaced. One son, Hal, had started his own community. It was, in fact, a freedom movement to secure the country again. Soldiers, five hundred of them, followed Hal.
They dressed like the
Were they from Utopia?
My gut screamed yes.
I believed it. I really believed it.
“Beginnings,” A man named Cole said. “Beginnings, Montana.”
I didn’t expect for Utopia to be named Utopia, and Cole didn’t know what I was talking about.
The sheer fact that during our conversation he said he needed a drink and pulled out a flask told me all I needed to know.
They lived civilized. They had flasks. Visited a tux shop. He told us about how they had all the food they needed. And medicine.
It had to be. It just had to be Utopia.
Another man from Beginnings arrived shortly to meet me.
In the midst of our conversation, another round of Putes happened upon us. If I didn’t know better I would have sworn they were chasing the Beginnings men.
After a round of fighting, exhilarating fighting, the second Beginnings man, Robbie, invited us along.
He had this bright honest smile. Perfect teeth. Teeth that had been tended to in the last five years.
When I told him about the Utopia we searched for, his reply was, Beginnings was as close to a Utopia as we could get.”
That was all I needed.
I asked if he could give me and Bentley a half an hour to get ready. He didn’t understand at first, but it was something I had to do. If I was going there, I was going to go as planned, with a haircut and dressed to make an impression that only I, Danny Hoi, could make.
9.
Utopia
The people of Beginnings
I thought back immediately to Mrs. Matthews and my father telling me that God saved us for a reason.
Why some were chosen and some were not was always beyond me until I stepped foot in Beginnings.
Beginnings was Utopia in all aspects of the word. Okay, well, after I got there it turned into Utopia.
You didn’t think I’d get there and not add the Danny touch, did you?
To say Bentley and I made a good impression was putting it mildly. We both cleaned up, dressed well, cut our hair and smelled good.
And just for information sake, they didn’t have a barber.
We were brought immediately to the leader’s office. Usually you are physically examined, then interviewed, then moved to a place called Containment, which I’ll get in to in a bit.
But before I continue, allow me to explain what I meant by I understood why some were chosen and some were not.
The leader of the community was Joe Slagel. A tough no nonsense man, in the military a long time, then went into the CIA. He had raised his four sons before the plague on his own, well, with the exception of the few wives he had. It’s debatable between his sons how many women he actually married.
Joe was a man loved by his family and loved by the community. The Moses of the post apocalyptic word. He led them from the ruins to Garfield, Montana, and he instituted a no less than pure community. Some liken it to pure communism. Everyone works, everyone gets the same.
Tough as nails, sarcastic as hell, and a man everyone wanted to be.
Joe’s four sons … all survived the plague.
But not at the same time.
When I arrived in Utopia, only Frank and Robbie were there. Both were in Security. Robbie actually brought me to Beginnings.
He was charming, clean and funny.
Frank, well, he tried to be funny. Sometimes he wasn’t bright enough. However, what Frank lacked in knowledge he more than made up for in spirit, military intelligence and heroism.
Frank Slagel was the ultimate hero in the post plague world.
There wasn't a person he wouldn’t risk his life for or a situation he ran from. Danger called him. With all the shit that happened outside the walls of Beginnings, Frank managed to keep that community safe and sound.
Within the next two years of me being in Beginnings, the other two sons surfaced. One son, Hal, had started his own community. It was, in fact, a freedom movement to secure the country again. Soldiers, five hundred of them, followed Hal.
They dressed like the
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