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take myself or one more motherfucker out? ” Then he saw her. His sister, Devin’s mom, had become one of them. He knew he couldn’t allow that to continue. He took aim down his scope and centered it on her forehead. He said a silent prayer as he made sure his safety was off. He recentered his aim. He pulled the trigger. When he heard the blast from the other end of the rifle, the roof beneath his feet began to give way.
He fell to his side and rolled on his back. Stephen didn’t focus on his sister, he didn’t focus on the shingles beneath his feet, and he simply took out another cigarette and lit it, closed his eyes, and let the fire take over the house. When Stephen finished his cigarette, he flicked it over his head without a care. Staring at the blue sky and the white clouds that seemed to connect with the smoke bellowing out from the house underneath him, he closed his eyes. He was ready. Inside the house, one of the rounds had pierced the gas line through the wall. The fire was now raging against the curtains and furniture. Tearing through the carpets and filling those creatures that were still standing with smoke.
As Stephen lay on the roof with closed eyes, he began to drift into a dream. He dreamed of a lighted path. With a thunderous boom, Stephen seized to be a part of this physical world. The explosion was mostly noticed by Devin and Erica who had made their way into the neighbor’s minivan and down the opposite street when the small black mushroom cloud appeared. “Jesus! That crazy bastard!”
Steam Rolling
Chapter 17
Monday 1108 EST
Philadelphia
P hil drove his red jeep down the street weaving in between cars and other debris clipping the side of his car now and again. “We can’t take much more of this. We need a new vehicle…We need a tank or something!” Harrison turned from looking out the window watching his beloved Philadelphia be destroyed by something he did not yet understand. Were they sick? Were they infected? Are we infected? Did I kill some of them? His attention returned to the present situation. “What was that?”
“I said we need a tank.”
“Can you drive a tank, Phil?”
“Hell, if I know. I’ve never tried. Can you?”
“Couldn’t be that hard. I’m sure you can use the Internet to learn,” Phil retorted, thinking back on how much the young kids at the office had to depend on their computers. As they veered toward the turnpike, Harrison looked out the window, and a slight smirk came across his face. “What about one of those?” Harrison nudged Phil’s elbow as he pointed out the window.
“That might do.”
Phil drove the SUV across the median. The Cherokee bounced with every piece of concrete Phil leaped over with a crushing blow. He swerved the vehicle to a complete stop outside a wrought iron fence with a closed gate. “Do you see anything?” Phil asked as he ducked his head looking around.
“No. The coast looks clear,” Harrison said as he gripped his familiar golf club.
“Think we can knock and ask to come in?” Phil retorted jokingly.
“Doesn’t look like there is anyone to answer the door. You stay here. I’m going to have a look around. Anything happens, you drive away…,” Harrison said as he locked eyes with Phil. “At least honk the horn for me if you do.”
“I’m not going to leave you here!”
“I’m an old man. There’s something you don’t know about me. Besides, you have Paul to watch over,” Harrison said as he exited the car with a glance over his shoulder.
“What did he mean by that, Daddy?” Paul chimed in from the backseat.
“I don’t know, buddy.”
Harrison peeped through the glass windows of the building. “Damn government buildings. No one’s ever here when you need them.” Harrison chuckled as he raised his golf club. With a single swing, he broke the glass off the door. He looked around and made eye contact with Phil. Harrison shrugged his shoulders and stuck his hand in the door and unlocked
He fell to his side and rolled on his back. Stephen didn’t focus on his sister, he didn’t focus on the shingles beneath his feet, and he simply took out another cigarette and lit it, closed his eyes, and let the fire take over the house. When Stephen finished his cigarette, he flicked it over his head without a care. Staring at the blue sky and the white clouds that seemed to connect with the smoke bellowing out from the house underneath him, he closed his eyes. He was ready. Inside the house, one of the rounds had pierced the gas line through the wall. The fire was now raging against the curtains and furniture. Tearing through the carpets and filling those creatures that were still standing with smoke.
As Stephen lay on the roof with closed eyes, he began to drift into a dream. He dreamed of a lighted path. With a thunderous boom, Stephen seized to be a part of this physical world. The explosion was mostly noticed by Devin and Erica who had made their way into the neighbor’s minivan and down the opposite street when the small black mushroom cloud appeared. “Jesus! That crazy bastard!”
Steam Rolling
Chapter 17
Monday 1108 EST
Philadelphia
P hil drove his red jeep down the street weaving in between cars and other debris clipping the side of his car now and again. “We can’t take much more of this. We need a new vehicle…We need a tank or something!” Harrison turned from looking out the window watching his beloved Philadelphia be destroyed by something he did not yet understand. Were they sick? Were they infected? Are we infected? Did I kill some of them? His attention returned to the present situation. “What was that?”
“I said we need a tank.”
“Can you drive a tank, Phil?”
“Hell, if I know. I’ve never tried. Can you?”
“Couldn’t be that hard. I’m sure you can use the Internet to learn,” Phil retorted, thinking back on how much the young kids at the office had to depend on their computers. As they veered toward the turnpike, Harrison looked out the window, and a slight smirk came across his face. “What about one of those?” Harrison nudged Phil’s elbow as he pointed out the window.
“That might do.”
Phil drove the SUV across the median. The Cherokee bounced with every piece of concrete Phil leaped over with a crushing blow. He swerved the vehicle to a complete stop outside a wrought iron fence with a closed gate. “Do you see anything?” Phil asked as he ducked his head looking around.
“No. The coast looks clear,” Harrison said as he gripped his familiar golf club.
“Think we can knock and ask to come in?” Phil retorted jokingly.
“Doesn’t look like there is anyone to answer the door. You stay here. I’m going to have a look around. Anything happens, you drive away…,” Harrison said as he locked eyes with Phil. “At least honk the horn for me if you do.”
“I’m not going to leave you here!”
“I’m an old man. There’s something you don’t know about me. Besides, you have Paul to watch over,” Harrison said as he exited the car with a glance over his shoulder.
“What did he mean by that, Daddy?” Paul chimed in from the backseat.
“I don’t know, buddy.”
Harrison peeped through the glass windows of the building. “Damn government buildings. No one’s ever here when you need them.” Harrison chuckled as he raised his golf club. With a single swing, he broke the glass off the door. He looked around and made eye contact with Phil. Harrison shrugged his shoulders and stuck his hand in the door and unlocked
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