crashed and not made it to populated areas. Once these flights landed they couldn't keep the infected passengers on the planes, and the infection spread into new locations quickly.
“ Shit ” I said under my breath...”Sigh, I need to leave” I had considered over the last hour that I would rather make a run for Friday Harbor , a small town on an island in the Pugent Sound in Washington .
It had donned on me to go into the hills and hold up. M aybe I would try to survive until this problem passed but I knew it wouldn't. I f I couldn't be with my kids there was no real reason to survive anyway. I didn't have the will to do it for my self. T hey were the only reason I had survived this long as it was.
Through deployments to war zones while I served in the Navy, to bouts of depression that occurred over the years, and eventually through my most recent breakdown, I decided that I didn't get to make the decision to end it myself. God or life could take me but not my own hand. So I had to live as long as I could, and do what ever it took to do that.
I got up everyday through recovery because my kids needed me to. I needed to keep working and make enough to take care of them. I knew I had to live long enough to get my youngest son off on his own. T hen I could die.
But what if I never found them? W hat if they got killed because their mother was a self serving asshole that only thinks of herself? There was no reason to hide and I decided go for the island since I had no trail now to follow to find the kids .
First I could head for the central valley, then drive N orth. I always liked the pacific north west so it was settled in my mind, that is where I would go.
“Now ? ” Eve asked “ What do you mean? Do you have a plan? ”
“ Look Eve, I can't hide. I have to do something and maybe I'll find a way to catch up with the kids. I'm going to head up to Washington and work my way to a small island up there. Maybe there’s still something there.”
I raised my hand to the bartender and ordered one last beer. “ It was nice to meet you Eve and I wish you luck getting back to your life. ”
“ What life? I came up here with some hope of starting over but now... whats the point? ” She looked at me with expectation.
Christ. I thought, she wanted to tag along.
“ Could you use some company? ” She put her hand on my thigh.
I knew she wasn't interested in me . She was just looking for someone to take care of her. W hat the hell I thought, I could use some companionship and getting laid wouldn't be a bad thing if she was into it. I could certainly use the release.
Maybe we could make each other feel better if not emotionally, some physical comfort would be worth the trouble.
“ OK, finish up and grab your stuff. The cars out front ”
17 .
-Eve-
I sat in the car facing the bar and watched my new companion walk out pulling a suitcase bouncing on rollers. She was very pretty. She had a petite frame, blond, nice body. H er breasts were large and perky. I thought t hey had to be fake.
She didn't offer up her age but she had to be in her late twenties, maybe early thirties. I briefly wondered how she got abandoned by her friends and why she had been trying to start over up here . Based on the way she talked in the bar I expected she would tell me all about it. She liked to talk about herself.
We headed out of town and started the long trip around the lake and through the hills to the west. A fter several hours we started heading down into the San Joaquin valley, Into t he central valley of California .
The valley was flat and desolate. As we drove through the foothills I could make out farms stretching into the distance. We headed for the I99, one of two major travel arteries that flowed north through the valley. Eventually we would connect to the I5 freeway which would take us north through Oregon and into Washington . I figured that if I could get to Whidbey
“ Shit ” I said under my breath...”Sigh, I need to leave” I had considered over the last hour that I would rather make a run for Friday Harbor , a small town on an island in the Pugent Sound in Washington .
It had donned on me to go into the hills and hold up. M aybe I would try to survive until this problem passed but I knew it wouldn't. I f I couldn't be with my kids there was no real reason to survive anyway. I didn't have the will to do it for my self. T hey were the only reason I had survived this long as it was.
Through deployments to war zones while I served in the Navy, to bouts of depression that occurred over the years, and eventually through my most recent breakdown, I decided that I didn't get to make the decision to end it myself. God or life could take me but not my own hand. So I had to live as long as I could, and do what ever it took to do that.
I got up everyday through recovery because my kids needed me to. I needed to keep working and make enough to take care of them. I knew I had to live long enough to get my youngest son off on his own. T hen I could die.
But what if I never found them? W hat if they got killed because their mother was a self serving asshole that only thinks of herself? There was no reason to hide and I decided go for the island since I had no trail now to follow to find the kids .
First I could head for the central valley, then drive N orth. I always liked the pacific north west so it was settled in my mind, that is where I would go.
“Now ? ” Eve asked “ What do you mean? Do you have a plan? ”
“ Look Eve, I can't hide. I have to do something and maybe I'll find a way to catch up with the kids. I'm going to head up to Washington and work my way to a small island up there. Maybe there’s still something there.”
I raised my hand to the bartender and ordered one last beer. “ It was nice to meet you Eve and I wish you luck getting back to your life. ”
“ What life? I came up here with some hope of starting over but now... whats the point? ” She looked at me with expectation.
Christ. I thought, she wanted to tag along.
“ Could you use some company? ” She put her hand on my thigh.
I knew she wasn't interested in me . She was just looking for someone to take care of her. W hat the hell I thought, I could use some companionship and getting laid wouldn't be a bad thing if she was into it. I could certainly use the release.
Maybe we could make each other feel better if not emotionally, some physical comfort would be worth the trouble.
“ OK, finish up and grab your stuff. The cars out front ”
17 .
-Eve-
I sat in the car facing the bar and watched my new companion walk out pulling a suitcase bouncing on rollers. She was very pretty. She had a petite frame, blond, nice body. H er breasts were large and perky. I thought t hey had to be fake.
She didn't offer up her age but she had to be in her late twenties, maybe early thirties. I briefly wondered how she got abandoned by her friends and why she had been trying to start over up here . Based on the way she talked in the bar I expected she would tell me all about it. She liked to talk about herself.
We headed out of town and started the long trip around the lake and through the hills to the west. A fter several hours we started heading down into the San Joaquin valley, Into t he central valley of California .
The valley was flat and desolate. As we drove through the foothills I could make out farms stretching into the distance. We headed for the I99, one of two major travel arteries that flowed north through the valley. Eventually we would connect to the I5 freeway which would take us north through Oregon and into Washington . I figured that if I could get to Whidbey
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