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Authors: Ryan C. Thomas
Tags: Science-Fiction, Literature & Fiction, Science Fiction & Fantasy, Teen & Young Adult, post apocalyptic, Dystopian
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Naturally, her thoughts went to Connor, and what he was carrying on him. The drive that may or may not have the most up-to-date information regarding the virus that created the hissers.
She wanted to see him again. She missed him. With her parents dead and Nicole and Seth and all her other friends gone, there was no one left in the world who really knew her. But Connor could be anywhere right now. She knew he was going to San Diego, but that was a ways off, especially with those monsters out there and a society that had broken down into some sort of apocalyptic free-for-all.
“Penny for your thoughts, darling,” Doug said.
“I don’t know. Just thinking. Is there a base in San Diego?”
“San Diego? Yeah, of course. Mira Mar, Camp Pendleton, Coronado. Yeah that place is like military central. But that’s a long drive, dear, and there’re closer places around here. Maybe not as big but I’m hoping they’re fighting back and recruiting American citizens willing to fire a rifle.”
“ They won’t give us rifles. They’ll quarantine us. They bombed my fucking town, for God’s sake. But if you’re set on finding a base, let’s go to San Diego. I’d at least like to see a real beach before I die.”
“Long way to go for a beach, too.”
“Yeah, but it’s not a long way to go for a friend.”
“Sounds like you’re keeping something from me.”
“Kind of,” Am said, “I can trust you, right?”
“Sure can. Now spit it out.”
WEDNESDAY, 2:34 AM
The incessant hissing carried on the night breeze, still everywhere and nowhere at once. Sometimes, if all was absolutely silent, Connor could hear the screams of dying people in the hills and the distant pops of gunfire as America’s situation grew worse. Occasionally, a helicopter or fighter jet would pass by not far away and he’d hope the cavalry was coming, but then he’d pray for them not to. If they came they’d just fire bomb everything.
It’s just America, Connor realized, and that thought somehow angered him. He was not unpatriotic at all, but last year’s social studies class had focused a lot on wars and America’s involvement in them. The teacher had continually tried to open up lines of discussion with the students concerning America’s involvement in the Middle East and South America and the Eastern Bloc and other places. Truth be told, Connor didn’t really care. The only war he’d ever found worth waging was against the noobs online with modded controllers. Cheaters.
He could see it n ow, though. All those people on message boards across Europe, bitching about how America had screwed up the world. It certainly wasn’t a fair accusation. It wasn’t the American people who did this. That stupid general, Davis or whatever his name was, he’s the one that screwed it up. And the geneticist who created the virus. At least, that’s who he blamed now. Even if the research was meant to help wounded soldiers, it was still the error of a few people, not the entire country.
But the military nuked your whole town, jerk.
That much was true. Someone had given the order to destroy Castor, and the men in MARPATs had followed orders without question. And that was why he was going to San Diego with the drive, and not handing it over. That is, if San Diego still existed and wasn’t overrun by human spider beasts.
Thinking of all that reminded him yet again of Nicole, of her assurance that finding her dad would somehow get the d ata into the proper hands. He hoped to God she was right.
Thoughts of Nicole led to thoughts of Amanita, the only friend he had left that was still alive. At least she had been when he’d last seen her. She’d changed after making it out of the Jefferson River Gorge, become less concerned with attention and pissing people off. Became more introverted. Or maybe just disgusted with life. Something in her eyes had died, and as he’d looked into them before jumping out of that transport truck, he’d
She wanted to see him again. She missed him. With her parents dead and Nicole and Seth and all her other friends gone, there was no one left in the world who really knew her. But Connor could be anywhere right now. She knew he was going to San Diego, but that was a ways off, especially with those monsters out there and a society that had broken down into some sort of apocalyptic free-for-all.
“Penny for your thoughts, darling,” Doug said.
“I don’t know. Just thinking. Is there a base in San Diego?”
“San Diego? Yeah, of course. Mira Mar, Camp Pendleton, Coronado. Yeah that place is like military central. But that’s a long drive, dear, and there’re closer places around here. Maybe not as big but I’m hoping they’re fighting back and recruiting American citizens willing to fire a rifle.”
“ They won’t give us rifles. They’ll quarantine us. They bombed my fucking town, for God’s sake. But if you’re set on finding a base, let’s go to San Diego. I’d at least like to see a real beach before I die.”
“Long way to go for a beach, too.”
“Yeah, but it’s not a long way to go for a friend.”
“Sounds like you’re keeping something from me.”
“Kind of,” Am said, “I can trust you, right?”
“Sure can. Now spit it out.”
WEDNESDAY, 2:34 AM
The incessant hissing carried on the night breeze, still everywhere and nowhere at once. Sometimes, if all was absolutely silent, Connor could hear the screams of dying people in the hills and the distant pops of gunfire as America’s situation grew worse. Occasionally, a helicopter or fighter jet would pass by not far away and he’d hope the cavalry was coming, but then he’d pray for them not to. If they came they’d just fire bomb everything.
It’s just America, Connor realized, and that thought somehow angered him. He was not unpatriotic at all, but last year’s social studies class had focused a lot on wars and America’s involvement in them. The teacher had continually tried to open up lines of discussion with the students concerning America’s involvement in the Middle East and South America and the Eastern Bloc and other places. Truth be told, Connor didn’t really care. The only war he’d ever found worth waging was against the noobs online with modded controllers. Cheaters.
He could see it n ow, though. All those people on message boards across Europe, bitching about how America had screwed up the world. It certainly wasn’t a fair accusation. It wasn’t the American people who did this. That stupid general, Davis or whatever his name was, he’s the one that screwed it up. And the geneticist who created the virus. At least, that’s who he blamed now. Even if the research was meant to help wounded soldiers, it was still the error of a few people, not the entire country.
But the military nuked your whole town, jerk.
That much was true. Someone had given the order to destroy Castor, and the men in MARPATs had followed orders without question. And that was why he was going to San Diego with the drive, and not handing it over. That is, if San Diego still existed and wasn’t overrun by human spider beasts.
Thinking of all that reminded him yet again of Nicole, of her assurance that finding her dad would somehow get the d ata into the proper hands. He hoped to God she was right.
Thoughts of Nicole led to thoughts of Amanita, the only friend he had left that was still alive. At least she had been when he’d last seen her. She’d changed after making it out of the Jefferson River Gorge, become less concerned with attention and pissing people off. Became more introverted. Or maybe just disgusted with life. Something in her eyes had died, and as he’d looked into them before jumping out of that transport truck, he’d
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