he rounded a turn too fast hoping on the sidewalk and pounding into a hotdog cart. Smoke began to bellow out from some office building to the right. “What about boats? Take the bay down and then across?”
“That’s not a bad idea. Know anyone with a boat?”
“Nope. But right now, I don’t give a shit. You?”
“No, but we need to save lives. I don’t know what’s happening, but we can’t be the only one with plans to get the fuck out of here.” Phil glanced at Harrison. He had never heard a foul word come from the old man’s mouth before.
“I think I’m rubbing off on you, old man,” he said as he chuckled.
“At the end of days, how would we be remembered?” Harrison asked soulfully.
“I don’t think this is the end of days, man. This is some weird shit, but this is not the apocalypse. All I know is there are some sick, fucking people…Hang on!” Phil ended abruptly to ram a trash dumpster out of the way. With a crash of metal on metal, Phil picked back up his sentence. “…There are some sick people trying to kill us. Maybe it’s just this city. Maybe it’s the whole country. Maybe it’s the whole world. Don’t know, don’t care. All I know is that I have to protect my son against these things, and I don’t care what I do to accomplish that. Boats it is. 45 to Salem? It’s out of the way.”
“We got to cross the bridge to get to Jersey.”
“Fuckin’ Jersey! Hope we don’t run into any guidos!” Phil chuckled as he thought back to is wife watching The Jersey Shore. .
“My main concern is the Ben Franklin Bridge. There are going to be a million people and lots of cars trying to cross. What are we going to do about this?” Harrison asked.
“We’ll know when we get there.”
The House
Chapter 15
Monday 1400 CST
Memphis
S tephen, Devin, and Erica calmly looked out the front window of the house. There they saw the bodies begin to roam the streets in search of their next meal. “Don’t open the blinds too wide. I’m not sure what these fuckers are, but there are too many of them,” Stephen said.
“There it is,” Devin said as he eyed a familiar car in the front yard of a neighboring house. “The car door is open.”
“So what? There are tons of those motherfuckers out there.”
“So? So there’s a chance she’s alive!” Devin said as he met Stephen’s face.
“She’s good as dead, son. You and I know that.”
“There’s a chance!” Devin argued.
“And there’s a bigger chance she got bitten by those things! Do you not see that motherfucker on fire?” Stephen asked.
“Yeah, we hit him with the truck.” Erica turned away from the window to lean against the wall with her head in her arms.
“We’ve been through a lot. But there is more to be done,” Devin calmly said.
“What’s your plan? The hideout with the people you don’t even know?” Stephen joked.
“They called it the ‘Dungeon,’ said Erica.
“Yeah, that sounds like a real winner there, sport. Is that some kind of code talk for those wackos who like whips and chains?” Stephen was always full of it.
“I don’t know, but it sounds a lot better prepared than this.” Devin and Stephen were back and forth.
“Yeah, if you want to get butt-raped.” Stephen stopped to look at the redhead sobbing against the wall. Devin met him with a look of awe on his face.
“Look, we’re grabbing some stuff, and we’re heading out. You can come with us, or you can stay here,” Devin offered.
“Kiss my ass, I didn’t survive Vietnam only to be killed running aimlessly in my own country. You need to stay here. We have food, and I’ve got my deer rifle. We can sit on the roof and pick them off and wait for the service to help us,” Stephen countered.
“Swell idea, Uncle. The only problem is that there aren’t any planes in the sky, no boots on the ground. You know what’s next!” Devin hinted.
“Nukes! Never. Not on American soil!” Stephen placed his hands on his
“That’s not a bad idea. Know anyone with a boat?”
“Nope. But right now, I don’t give a shit. You?”
“No, but we need to save lives. I don’t know what’s happening, but we can’t be the only one with plans to get the fuck out of here.” Phil glanced at Harrison. He had never heard a foul word come from the old man’s mouth before.
“I think I’m rubbing off on you, old man,” he said as he chuckled.
“At the end of days, how would we be remembered?” Harrison asked soulfully.
“I don’t think this is the end of days, man. This is some weird shit, but this is not the apocalypse. All I know is there are some sick, fucking people…Hang on!” Phil ended abruptly to ram a trash dumpster out of the way. With a crash of metal on metal, Phil picked back up his sentence. “…There are some sick people trying to kill us. Maybe it’s just this city. Maybe it’s the whole country. Maybe it’s the whole world. Don’t know, don’t care. All I know is that I have to protect my son against these things, and I don’t care what I do to accomplish that. Boats it is. 45 to Salem? It’s out of the way.”
“We got to cross the bridge to get to Jersey.”
“Fuckin’ Jersey! Hope we don’t run into any guidos!” Phil chuckled as he thought back to is wife watching The Jersey Shore. .
“My main concern is the Ben Franklin Bridge. There are going to be a million people and lots of cars trying to cross. What are we going to do about this?” Harrison asked.
“We’ll know when we get there.”
The House
Chapter 15
Monday 1400 CST
Memphis
S tephen, Devin, and Erica calmly looked out the front window of the house. There they saw the bodies begin to roam the streets in search of their next meal. “Don’t open the blinds too wide. I’m not sure what these fuckers are, but there are too many of them,” Stephen said.
“There it is,” Devin said as he eyed a familiar car in the front yard of a neighboring house. “The car door is open.”
“So what? There are tons of those motherfuckers out there.”
“So? So there’s a chance she’s alive!” Devin said as he met Stephen’s face.
“She’s good as dead, son. You and I know that.”
“There’s a chance!” Devin argued.
“And there’s a bigger chance she got bitten by those things! Do you not see that motherfucker on fire?” Stephen asked.
“Yeah, we hit him with the truck.” Erica turned away from the window to lean against the wall with her head in her arms.
“We’ve been through a lot. But there is more to be done,” Devin calmly said.
“What’s your plan? The hideout with the people you don’t even know?” Stephen joked.
“They called it the ‘Dungeon,’ said Erica.
“Yeah, that sounds like a real winner there, sport. Is that some kind of code talk for those wackos who like whips and chains?” Stephen was always full of it.
“I don’t know, but it sounds a lot better prepared than this.” Devin and Stephen were back and forth.
“Yeah, if you want to get butt-raped.” Stephen stopped to look at the redhead sobbing against the wall. Devin met him with a look of awe on his face.
“Look, we’re grabbing some stuff, and we’re heading out. You can come with us, or you can stay here,” Devin offered.
“Kiss my ass, I didn’t survive Vietnam only to be killed running aimlessly in my own country. You need to stay here. We have food, and I’ve got my deer rifle. We can sit on the roof and pick them off and wait for the service to help us,” Stephen countered.
“Swell idea, Uncle. The only problem is that there aren’t any planes in the sky, no boots on the ground. You know what’s next!” Devin hinted.
“Nukes! Never. Not on American soil!” Stephen placed his hands on his
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