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rotund man was inside.
Still trying to catch his breath, the security guard shook his head and let out a breathy, "No." He sat on Jack's bed and placed his hands on his clammy head.
Jack needed answers. "So what's happening? What do you know?"
The man raised his hand at Jack, telling the impatient, panic-stricken man to hold on for a minute while he caught his breath.
" What's happening ?" the man half-snickered, his accent was Glaswegian, and was still breathing like an asthmatic in a feather factory. "The end of the world, that's what's happening. And what do I know? You watched the TV?"
Jack nodded.
"Then you know as much as I do. As for the hotel—"
"What about the hotel?"
"I've had to lock it up. It was crazy this morning."
"Crazy? How?"
"People leaving in their droves this morning; some people are refusing to come out of their rooms, but it's not my problem anymore. I even had one guest who hadn't seen the TV and went down to the kitchens, pissed off that there was no breakfast. I told him to either go back to his room or leave, and explained to him what was happening. It's not everyday you need to inform someone that the apocalypse is happening."
Jack taunted, "I wouldn't actually go that far."
"Really? Have you seen the news?"
"I've seen enough."
"This is gonna be global, mark my words. You can't escape God's doing."
Jack Slade never responded to the security guard's comments, and had just remembered that he didn't even know his name. As if the guard was psychic, he suddenly held out his hand and introduced himself as Robbie Owen.
Jack smiled and told Robbie his name, and then the usual ramblings of do you have a family? began and they discussed their family in a brief one-minute summary.
Jack informed Robbie that he feared for his six-year-old son, who lived over four hundred miles away in England. As far as distant relatives were concerned, like uncles and cousins, he wasn't caring too much about them, and he didn't expect them to be putting him on top of their agenda either.
Robbie, on the other hand, was in a horrific quandary. He wanted to get back to his wife and three children in a place in Glasgow called Nitshill, only a few miles from where Jack lived in Pollok. Jack did mention that he lived not so far away, and Robbie's eye lit up once that information was given to him.
Robbie quizzed, "So you gonna stay cooped up in here, or you gonna try and get home?"
Jack smiled thinly at his new companion and spoke. "I'm gonna try and get home. Why? You want a ride?"
Robbie lowered his head and half-laughed. He nodded and Jack could see tears forming in Robbie's eyes. "That would be great. Have you managed to contact your family?"
Jack responded with a single nod of the head. "You?"
"Can't get through, I've text her though. If she's watched the TV, then she's probably taken the advice of going upstairs and barricading herself in the room with the wee 'uns. Anyway, make the most of technology. It won't be long before everything goes down, even carrier pigeon will be difficult."
"What are you talking about?"
"Think about it. We all have phones, right? How long before they cease to stop working? Who's topping up the phones if there is nothing on the end of the other line? Look at the complexity of the Internet. Who's gonna pull the levers? I remember seeing a documentary on the Hurricane Katrina catastrophe; those poor people were in a state for two months. Mobile phones were useless, and there was no Internet access. The only thing that worked was world band radio, and CBs that people worked by using a car battery. Where was the government? Nowhere to be found for five days."
Jack grew confused at Robbie's passionate rant, and he seemed a man that could lose his temper quite easily. He appeared to be someone not to get on the wrong side of. "What's your point?"
Robbie added, "My point is, when the shit hits the fan, you're on your own, my friend. I saw that places in London and other cities are
Still trying to catch his breath, the security guard shook his head and let out a breathy, "No." He sat on Jack's bed and placed his hands on his clammy head.
Jack needed answers. "So what's happening? What do you know?"
The man raised his hand at Jack, telling the impatient, panic-stricken man to hold on for a minute while he caught his breath.
" What's happening ?" the man half-snickered, his accent was Glaswegian, and was still breathing like an asthmatic in a feather factory. "The end of the world, that's what's happening. And what do I know? You watched the TV?"
Jack nodded.
"Then you know as much as I do. As for the hotel—"
"What about the hotel?"
"I've had to lock it up. It was crazy this morning."
"Crazy? How?"
"People leaving in their droves this morning; some people are refusing to come out of their rooms, but it's not my problem anymore. I even had one guest who hadn't seen the TV and went down to the kitchens, pissed off that there was no breakfast. I told him to either go back to his room or leave, and explained to him what was happening. It's not everyday you need to inform someone that the apocalypse is happening."
Jack taunted, "I wouldn't actually go that far."
"Really? Have you seen the news?"
"I've seen enough."
"This is gonna be global, mark my words. You can't escape God's doing."
Jack Slade never responded to the security guard's comments, and had just remembered that he didn't even know his name. As if the guard was psychic, he suddenly held out his hand and introduced himself as Robbie Owen.
Jack smiled and told Robbie his name, and then the usual ramblings of do you have a family? began and they discussed their family in a brief one-minute summary.
Jack informed Robbie that he feared for his six-year-old son, who lived over four hundred miles away in England. As far as distant relatives were concerned, like uncles and cousins, he wasn't caring too much about them, and he didn't expect them to be putting him on top of their agenda either.
Robbie, on the other hand, was in a horrific quandary. He wanted to get back to his wife and three children in a place in Glasgow called Nitshill, only a few miles from where Jack lived in Pollok. Jack did mention that he lived not so far away, and Robbie's eye lit up once that information was given to him.
Robbie quizzed, "So you gonna stay cooped up in here, or you gonna try and get home?"
Jack smiled thinly at his new companion and spoke. "I'm gonna try and get home. Why? You want a ride?"
Robbie lowered his head and half-laughed. He nodded and Jack could see tears forming in Robbie's eyes. "That would be great. Have you managed to contact your family?"
Jack responded with a single nod of the head. "You?"
"Can't get through, I've text her though. If she's watched the TV, then she's probably taken the advice of going upstairs and barricading herself in the room with the wee 'uns. Anyway, make the most of technology. It won't be long before everything goes down, even carrier pigeon will be difficult."
"What are you talking about?"
"Think about it. We all have phones, right? How long before they cease to stop working? Who's topping up the phones if there is nothing on the end of the other line? Look at the complexity of the Internet. Who's gonna pull the levers? I remember seeing a documentary on the Hurricane Katrina catastrophe; those poor people were in a state for two months. Mobile phones were useless, and there was no Internet access. The only thing that worked was world band radio, and CBs that people worked by using a car battery. Where was the government? Nowhere to be found for five days."
Jack grew confused at Robbie's passionate rant, and he seemed a man that could lose his temper quite easily. He appeared to be someone not to get on the wrong side of. "What's your point?"
Robbie added, "My point is, when the shit hits the fan, you're on your own, my friend. I saw that places in London and other cities are
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