for confirmation but Finn was too busy sawing logs. He decided not to wake him. Better to avoid the spew of curses regarding his todger and chapped arse and whatever the fuck else he was always rambling on about. Leo looked to the man in the backseat but he too was out cold. He eyed the pistol in the man’s pocket as well. He decided it was in fact, snow, falling from the sky and slowed to about 40mph just in case. He didn’t want to come upon another stack of cars in wintry conditions and not be able to stop. No, when you survive the apocalypse you expect a much more interesting death in the end. Nothing as mundane as a car crash would be acceptable.
As visibility continued to decline Leo decided to pull off for the night. He pondered whether this was a wise decision. At this rate the snow would continue to fall for at least another couple of hours and the roads in the morning would only be worse. Certainly no road crews were on the ready to salt the highways and plow away the accumulated snow —assuming of course that it didn’t all just magically disappear when the June hot sun rose in the morning.
Instead of just pulling over like they had the previous night, Leo took the first exit off of route 70 they came upon. It was a residential area, lower middle-class at best. There was a gas station void of cars and a shopping center just as abandoned as the city had been. Above all else was the incessant buzzing silence of the new world.
. . .
Yesterday...
"You must be the luckiest son of a bitch alive..." Leo said suddenly.
"Why do you say that?" asked Finn as they strode along the Schuylkill. Leo had left the carriage horse in the fields behind Lemon Hill mansion, setting it free in the new world. Now he and Finn were making their way west on foot. They talked about driving for a while but there were actual holes in the highway where planes had crashed and two out of three bridges were completely impassable now.
"The world pretty much... ends. People all over disappear all at the same time and you sleep right through it. Not only that but you're on the one plane that happened to land and park at the gate just before it all goes down," Leo began.
"Well when you put it like that I suppose."
" Then you find a charged phone with no passcode, I mean who does that right? And you just happen to see a TV that's showing footage at the precise moment that the only other human being, as far as we know anyway, left on the planet is making an appearance."
"Yep, yep, with you so far."
"And not only is the moment so unlikely, so improbable, but the footage is of someone that's less than a few miles of where you happened to have landed."
"S'right . It's a bit wonky isn't it?"
"A bit wonky? Are you fucking high, man?" Leo looked at him incredulously.
"Nah, nothing like that. Here's the real kicker too. You see, I wasn't even supposed to be on that plane, mate. I got delayed outta London just yesterday on my way to Washington, D.C."
Leo just shook his head, "I mean it's all just way too coincidental."
"What are you on about?" Finn squinted at Leo then started to laugh, "Hey you didn't tell me we were in West Philadelphia."
"Yeah so?"
"So? SO? You know... West Philadelphia, born and raised, on the playground was where I spent most of my days? Surely you know the tune."
"And I must be the un luckiest man alive," Leo said mostly to himself. What he didn't say out loud was also how suspicious he was of his new found companion. Coincidence or not, he might be dangerous. Leo wasn't so sure it was a good idea to stay with him at all... even if he was the second to last man on Earth at the moment. Yet he couldn't bring himself to purposefully part ways with the man. The thought of being alone like that again was just too overwhelming.
"Where are we going anyway? I feel like were a bit lacking in provisions, wouldn't you say?"
"We're going to
As visibility continued to decline Leo decided to pull off for the night. He pondered whether this was a wise decision. At this rate the snow would continue to fall for at least another couple of hours and the roads in the morning would only be worse. Certainly no road crews were on the ready to salt the highways and plow away the accumulated snow —assuming of course that it didn’t all just magically disappear when the June hot sun rose in the morning.
Instead of just pulling over like they had the previous night, Leo took the first exit off of route 70 they came upon. It was a residential area, lower middle-class at best. There was a gas station void of cars and a shopping center just as abandoned as the city had been. Above all else was the incessant buzzing silence of the new world.
. . .
Yesterday...
"You must be the luckiest son of a bitch alive..." Leo said suddenly.
"Why do you say that?" asked Finn as they strode along the Schuylkill. Leo had left the carriage horse in the fields behind Lemon Hill mansion, setting it free in the new world. Now he and Finn were making their way west on foot. They talked about driving for a while but there were actual holes in the highway where planes had crashed and two out of three bridges were completely impassable now.
"The world pretty much... ends. People all over disappear all at the same time and you sleep right through it. Not only that but you're on the one plane that happened to land and park at the gate just before it all goes down," Leo began.
"Well when you put it like that I suppose."
" Then you find a charged phone with no passcode, I mean who does that right? And you just happen to see a TV that's showing footage at the precise moment that the only other human being, as far as we know anyway, left on the planet is making an appearance."
"Yep, yep, with you so far."
"And not only is the moment so unlikely, so improbable, but the footage is of someone that's less than a few miles of where you happened to have landed."
"S'right . It's a bit wonky isn't it?"
"A bit wonky? Are you fucking high, man?" Leo looked at him incredulously.
"Nah, nothing like that. Here's the real kicker too. You see, I wasn't even supposed to be on that plane, mate. I got delayed outta London just yesterday on my way to Washington, D.C."
Leo just shook his head, "I mean it's all just way too coincidental."
"What are you on about?" Finn squinted at Leo then started to laugh, "Hey you didn't tell me we were in West Philadelphia."
"Yeah so?"
"So? SO? You know... West Philadelphia, born and raised, on the playground was where I spent most of my days? Surely you know the tune."
"And I must be the un luckiest man alive," Leo said mostly to himself. What he didn't say out loud was also how suspicious he was of his new found companion. Coincidence or not, he might be dangerous. Leo wasn't so sure it was a good idea to stay with him at all... even if he was the second to last man on Earth at the moment. Yet he couldn't bring himself to purposefully part ways with the man. The thought of being alone like that again was just too overwhelming.
"Where are we going anyway? I feel like were a bit lacking in provisions, wouldn't you say?"
"We're going to
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