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the room.
"Where's the girls?" asked Kyle, referring to the
Eric's beagles. The dogs were Eric's pride and joy before everything happened.
"Oh, those young’uns mostly keep them over there and
they love the attention. Ruining them for hurting I imagine, but it seems to
help the kids, so..."
Eric finished with and held out the short sword Kyle had
found in the museum. Even in the darkened room it sparkled. "All finished
here, professor. I've got the other ones sharpened as well."
Kyle reverently took the weapon, almost in awe of how new
it looked. The blade seemed to shine and was so clean it could have been used
for a mirror. The handle, yellow brass, now had tiny finger molds so Kyle could
hold on to it easier if his hand became bloody or sweaty. "Amazing."
"Aw, don't go soft on me now, it wasn't that big of a deal.
I'll tell you to be careful though, that thing is so sharp you could shave with
it. That's some good metal. I also made a sheath, so you can just strap it on
your leg, since it's not that long of a sword. I already passed out the others
ones to those you said. Yours is the last."
Kyle didn't know what to say. "Thanks Eric, fine work
as always." He put the sword into the leather sheath Eric handed him and
set it down on a piece of equipment. "That's not why I came over here
tonight though." Eric looked up at him questioningly. "I need you to
stay here tomorrow." Eric raised his furry eyebrows at that and began
shaking his head.
"Sorry professor, I need to be going with ya, I-"
"You're more important here Eric, and I have something
I need you to make me."
"But who's going to drive the truck? Old Ben can't go."
"Old Ben volunteered and he'll drive the truck,"
Kyle said and waited for the explosion he knew was coming. He didn't wait long.
Eric slammed down a wrench he'd been wiping, then walked back and forth,
mumbling to himself about an old man and delusions of grandeur. The tirade
lasted for another two minutes, with Eric saying every degrading thing he could
about old people. Kyle understood. Eric had lost his whole family less than a
week ago, and Old Ben was all he had left, even if the two only fought.
"I'll try and keep him safe Eric, you know that,"
Kyle said, trying to settle him down.
"Professor, the world's gone crazy. You can't promise
anything and you know it. We're all going to die here, sooner rather than
later, and I just figured I'd like to go before him. Now that selfish son of a
bitch is going to go and die before me!"
Kyle laughed at the complaint. He hadn't been expecting
that. His friend was mad because his great uncle would die before him. Eric
turned his mountain man head at Kyle's laughing and smiled. "Don't say
anything to him about this."
"I won't."
"Now, what do you want, ole great protector
professor," Eric said, making his southern accent more profound.
Kyle smiled at the jest, then told Eric what he wanted. He'd
been thinking a lot about how they were going to survive out here and this
seemed one of their best shots. Especially if things got worse.
"You're not serious?" asked Eric.
Kyle nodded. "I am, and I need as many of them as you
can make. Can you do it?"
"With the supplies I've found in the fort and the
one's we brought, I can probably make two or three, but for more, I need some
things.
"Tell me what they are and I'll get them for
you."
Eric began to walk back and forth, rubbing his growing
beard and throwing out what he'd need. Kyle began to write.
***
Abe woke early, the sun still an hour from making an
appearance. He liked to be up early, liked to have things ready for the day; it
was just his way. The end of the world had not changed that. He slid out of his
wooden bunk and immediately shivered from the cold. He was already dressed, but
clothes made little difference. He was just thankful there was no wind in these
rooms. Each of these encasements had a fireplace, but they hadn't tried the one
in this room yet and Abe didn't push it. He was still
"Where's the girls?" asked Kyle, referring to the
Eric's beagles. The dogs were Eric's pride and joy before everything happened.
"Oh, those young’uns mostly keep them over there and
they love the attention. Ruining them for hurting I imagine, but it seems to
help the kids, so..."
Eric finished with and held out the short sword Kyle had
found in the museum. Even in the darkened room it sparkled. "All finished
here, professor. I've got the other ones sharpened as well."
Kyle reverently took the weapon, almost in awe of how new
it looked. The blade seemed to shine and was so clean it could have been used
for a mirror. The handle, yellow brass, now had tiny finger molds so Kyle could
hold on to it easier if his hand became bloody or sweaty. "Amazing."
"Aw, don't go soft on me now, it wasn't that big of a deal.
I'll tell you to be careful though, that thing is so sharp you could shave with
it. That's some good metal. I also made a sheath, so you can just strap it on
your leg, since it's not that long of a sword. I already passed out the others
ones to those you said. Yours is the last."
Kyle didn't know what to say. "Thanks Eric, fine work
as always." He put the sword into the leather sheath Eric handed him and
set it down on a piece of equipment. "That's not why I came over here
tonight though." Eric looked up at him questioningly. "I need you to
stay here tomorrow." Eric raised his furry eyebrows at that and began
shaking his head.
"Sorry professor, I need to be going with ya, I-"
"You're more important here Eric, and I have something
I need you to make me."
"But who's going to drive the truck? Old Ben can't go."
"Old Ben volunteered and he'll drive the truck,"
Kyle said and waited for the explosion he knew was coming. He didn't wait long.
Eric slammed down a wrench he'd been wiping, then walked back and forth,
mumbling to himself about an old man and delusions of grandeur. The tirade
lasted for another two minutes, with Eric saying every degrading thing he could
about old people. Kyle understood. Eric had lost his whole family less than a
week ago, and Old Ben was all he had left, even if the two only fought.
"I'll try and keep him safe Eric, you know that,"
Kyle said, trying to settle him down.
"Professor, the world's gone crazy. You can't promise
anything and you know it. We're all going to die here, sooner rather than
later, and I just figured I'd like to go before him. Now that selfish son of a
bitch is going to go and die before me!"
Kyle laughed at the complaint. He hadn't been expecting
that. His friend was mad because his great uncle would die before him. Eric
turned his mountain man head at Kyle's laughing and smiled. "Don't say
anything to him about this."
"I won't."
"Now, what do you want, ole great protector
professor," Eric said, making his southern accent more profound.
Kyle smiled at the jest, then told Eric what he wanted. He'd
been thinking a lot about how they were going to survive out here and this
seemed one of their best shots. Especially if things got worse.
"You're not serious?" asked Eric.
Kyle nodded. "I am, and I need as many of them as you
can make. Can you do it?"
"With the supplies I've found in the fort and the
one's we brought, I can probably make two or three, but for more, I need some
things.
"Tell me what they are and I'll get them for
you."
Eric began to walk back and forth, rubbing his growing
beard and throwing out what he'd need. Kyle began to write.
***
Abe woke early, the sun still an hour from making an
appearance. He liked to be up early, liked to have things ready for the day; it
was just his way. The end of the world had not changed that. He slid out of his
wooden bunk and immediately shivered from the cold. He was already dressed, but
clothes made little difference. He was just thankful there was no wind in these
rooms. Each of these encasements had a fireplace, but they hadn't tried the one
in this room yet and Abe didn't push it. He was still
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