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told them. "Be safe, okay?" Shari and Daphne nodded, both of them wiping tears from the corners of their eyes.
"You too, kiddo," Daphne said, bending to give Juanita one final squeeze before she mounted her ATV. "I think you learned from your ordeal, huh?"
Juanita nodded. "I'm not chasing any more cats any time soon, I know that!" she said emphatically, turning and taking her mother's hand to see the two women off.
"You guys take care, alright?" Shari said as she mounted Eva. "Stay safe." She looked back as they waved goodbye, then smiled, nodded, and followed Daphne along the creek, heading back toward the park.
Shari finished checking over the last room of the four-room cabin, then walked back into the front living area. She flopped down onto the couch.
"It's okay, you can let your guard down," she told Daphne, who closed and locked the front door, where she had kept watch while Shari checked over the rooms. "No monsters in here, I even checked the closet."
It was past eight o'clock, and the last remnants of daylight were fading from the sky. The cabin sat on a stretch of 51 about thirty miles north of the Ohio River, in Illinois.
Shari lit up a joint, inhaling deeply and holding it in her lungs as she spoke. "If we leave at sunrise, then we should be there before midday," she said, "barring some sort of major incident." She exhaled a large, dense cloud toward the wooden ceiling beams. She sat in silence for a moment, then sighed as she continued. "I don't really expect to find them alive. I mean, it's entirely possible, and I'm hoping for it, but if they're not, then we can be back on the road. I don't want to hang out there for too long if...."
"If what?" Kandi prodded. "If the place reeks to high heaven of your rotting mum and daddy?"
Eat shit, you evil cunt, Shari thought. "If there's no good news to be found there," she concluded.
Shari had a quick meal of canned minestrone, then looked around the cabin for any useful items. She gathered a few canned and dry goods from the kitchen, along with the matches and lighters. She went back to the front room to load the food into her backpack, then searched the desk near the front door. In the top drawer, she found a small, spiral-bound notebook. She opened it, and quickly realized it had been somebody's journal. She read the entry on the first page.
I don't know if there's any purpose in writing this, the entry began, or if anybody's ever going to read it or even care, but I feel better getting it out, either way, just in case I don't make it for some reason. I was using my tablet, but then something happened to the generator and we didn't have power anymore, so now I'm forced to do it the old-fashioned way, with a pencil and paper. Well, to summarize what I wrote on the tablet, the shit hit the fan, mom's dead, and now I'm stuck with dad, who's as angry and abusive as ever. And to make matters worse, I think he was bit. He's been wearing a long-sleezed shirt since yesterday morning, even though it's been past ninety-five degrees every day for the past week. He's acting even crazier than usual lately, and he's been looking through my stuff, acting all suspicious or something. I even saw him looking at my journal when he thought I was asleep. Ha, good thing he can't read. Shari skimmed about a half-dozen more pages, then flipped to the last page.
Fuck it, I'm done. Dad always tells me to be a man, so it's time for me to man up and do what I have to do. That crazy old burnout's definitely been bit, and now he's just a ticking time bomb. I haven't slept in four days, because I don't know which one of his breaths will be his last, and I don't want to wake up to my zombie dad eating my face off. I'm leaving, and if he tries to stop me, I'll kill him. He's done for, anyway. He's
"You too, kiddo," Daphne said, bending to give Juanita one final squeeze before she mounted her ATV. "I think you learned from your ordeal, huh?"
Juanita nodded. "I'm not chasing any more cats any time soon, I know that!" she said emphatically, turning and taking her mother's hand to see the two women off.
"You guys take care, alright?" Shari said as she mounted Eva. "Stay safe." She looked back as they waved goodbye, then smiled, nodded, and followed Daphne along the creek, heading back toward the park.
Shari finished checking over the last room of the four-room cabin, then walked back into the front living area. She flopped down onto the couch.
"It's okay, you can let your guard down," she told Daphne, who closed and locked the front door, where she had kept watch while Shari checked over the rooms. "No monsters in here, I even checked the closet."
It was past eight o'clock, and the last remnants of daylight were fading from the sky. The cabin sat on a stretch of 51 about thirty miles north of the Ohio River, in Illinois.
Shari lit up a joint, inhaling deeply and holding it in her lungs as she spoke. "If we leave at sunrise, then we should be there before midday," she said, "barring some sort of major incident." She exhaled a large, dense cloud toward the wooden ceiling beams. She sat in silence for a moment, then sighed as she continued. "I don't really expect to find them alive. I mean, it's entirely possible, and I'm hoping for it, but if they're not, then we can be back on the road. I don't want to hang out there for too long if...."
"If what?" Kandi prodded. "If the place reeks to high heaven of your rotting mum and daddy?"
Eat shit, you evil cunt, Shari thought. "If there's no good news to be found there," she concluded.
Shari had a quick meal of canned minestrone, then looked around the cabin for any useful items. She gathered a few canned and dry goods from the kitchen, along with the matches and lighters. She went back to the front room to load the food into her backpack, then searched the desk near the front door. In the top drawer, she found a small, spiral-bound notebook. She opened it, and quickly realized it had been somebody's journal. She read the entry on the first page.
I don't know if there's any purpose in writing this, the entry began, or if anybody's ever going to read it or even care, but I feel better getting it out, either way, just in case I don't make it for some reason. I was using my tablet, but then something happened to the generator and we didn't have power anymore, so now I'm forced to do it the old-fashioned way, with a pencil and paper. Well, to summarize what I wrote on the tablet, the shit hit the fan, mom's dead, and now I'm stuck with dad, who's as angry and abusive as ever. And to make matters worse, I think he was bit. He's been wearing a long-sleezed shirt since yesterday morning, even though it's been past ninety-five degrees every day for the past week. He's acting even crazier than usual lately, and he's been looking through my stuff, acting all suspicious or something. I even saw him looking at my journal when he thought I was asleep. Ha, good thing he can't read. Shari skimmed about a half-dozen more pages, then flipped to the last page.
Fuck it, I'm done. Dad always tells me to be a man, so it's time for me to man up and do what I have to do. That crazy old burnout's definitely been bit, and now he's just a ticking time bomb. I haven't slept in four days, because I don't know which one of his breaths will be his last, and I don't want to wake up to my zombie dad eating my face off. I'm leaving, and if he tries to stop me, I'll kill him. He's done for, anyway. He's
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