Yesterdays Gone: SEASON TWO (THE POST-APOCALYPTIC SERIAL THRILLER) (Yesterday's Gone) by Sean Platt, David Wright Page B
Authors: Sean Platt, David Wright
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The second was earlier this morning, right before the bleakers came.
When the Black Pieces got mad, they didn’t even act like the Black Pieces anymore. They acted like the Man in the Center instead.
He couldn't help but notice that he was just a couple moves away from checkmating the Black Pieces. Luca wondered if that was why they had disappeared. The Black Pieces hated to lose.
The Man in the Center had been in Luca’s head ever since the Drury. The Man wasn’t the boss of all the other voices, but he seemed to always be in the middle.
Luca scratched his head. This was always so hard, trying to figure stuff out and have it make sense.
The Man in the Center was like the sun. The sun wasn’t the boss of the day, but if it didn’t come out, the day didn’t exist. The voices liked to tell him stuff, especially about Will, but Luca somehow knew they weren’t allowed to say anything without the Man’s permission.
Except for the Black Pieces. Luca was pretty sure the Black Pieces were allowed to say whatever they wanted.
The voices had told Luca a lot, but they hadn’t told him what he should tell the rest of his new family. He didn’t want to tell them anything, really. It would only scare them. And everyone was already scared enough. So he would continue to wait. He could always tell everyone if it looked like they were about to step into any danger. Besides, Will knew everything already.
The Black Pieces returned to the board.
Luca moved the Black Pieces’ Queen into his white rook’s square.
Check.
If Will wanted everyone to know, he would have told them. There was a good reason he hadn’t, Luca was sure. Will had to know that Luca knew, too. He would’ve seen it in the dreams. Hardly a night went by that they didn’t share the same dreams.
Luca moved his king a square to the left, then moved the Black Pieces’ bishop.
Check.
Unless Paola, or anyone in his new family, was in danger, Luca would stay quiet. After all, Will knew the secret, the same secret Black Pieces and The Man both knew.
The secret they said would change everything.
Luca realized he was trapped. He moved his king one final square to the left, two away from one of the Black Pieces’ more aggressive pawns.
Checkmate.
* * * *
6 - BORICIO WOLFE
Dunn, Georgia
March 21
6:29 p.m.
Boricio, Charlie, and Vic roared down the highway in what Charlie had nicknamed “The Boriciomobile” since a few minutes after it was first unveiled by Harry, their resident welder back at the compound.
There couldn't have been too many assholes left breathing who could do what Harry could do. When it came to tricking out cars, the fucker made the impossible possible, and did it with a shit eating grin. He used to have a warehouse-sized garage in Houston, but his last customer picked up their custom Porsche Cayenne - iPad console freshly installed - on October 14. Boricio was happy to make his acquaintance about two months after that. Harry had made it to Alabama with his own pimped out Land Rover, but Boricio wanted something custom and Harry was happy to comply.
Harry got started with a Ford Expedition chassis, then leaned on Boricio’s scribbles and profanity-filled instructions followed by hundreds of hours of welding. Boricio loved Charlie’s nickname, but insisted from day one that Harry was not building the Boricomobile.
Harry was building the first car they’d need; the one that was safe to travel in as a group. Now that it was finished, the real Boriciomobile was under construction – built on the body of a beautiful gloss black BMW Z8 Boricio had brought back from a luxury dealer in Montgomery. Boricio spent a lot of the seconds when he wasn’t lamenting the lack of fresh pink meat to think up new ways to make the Z8 cooler than anything that little bitch, James Bond, had ever driven. But until then, he’d stay slap happy with the current model Boriciomobile.
The Boriciomobile I
When the Black Pieces got mad, they didn’t even act like the Black Pieces anymore. They acted like the Man in the Center instead.
He couldn't help but notice that he was just a couple moves away from checkmating the Black Pieces. Luca wondered if that was why they had disappeared. The Black Pieces hated to lose.
The Man in the Center had been in Luca’s head ever since the Drury. The Man wasn’t the boss of all the other voices, but he seemed to always be in the middle.
Luca scratched his head. This was always so hard, trying to figure stuff out and have it make sense.
The Man in the Center was like the sun. The sun wasn’t the boss of the day, but if it didn’t come out, the day didn’t exist. The voices liked to tell him stuff, especially about Will, but Luca somehow knew they weren’t allowed to say anything without the Man’s permission.
Except for the Black Pieces. Luca was pretty sure the Black Pieces were allowed to say whatever they wanted.
The voices had told Luca a lot, but they hadn’t told him what he should tell the rest of his new family. He didn’t want to tell them anything, really. It would only scare them. And everyone was already scared enough. So he would continue to wait. He could always tell everyone if it looked like they were about to step into any danger. Besides, Will knew everything already.
The Black Pieces returned to the board.
Luca moved the Black Pieces’ Queen into his white rook’s square.
Check.
If Will wanted everyone to know, he would have told them. There was a good reason he hadn’t, Luca was sure. Will had to know that Luca knew, too. He would’ve seen it in the dreams. Hardly a night went by that they didn’t share the same dreams.
Luca moved his king a square to the left, then moved the Black Pieces’ bishop.
Check.
Unless Paola, or anyone in his new family, was in danger, Luca would stay quiet. After all, Will knew the secret, the same secret Black Pieces and The Man both knew.
The secret they said would change everything.
Luca realized he was trapped. He moved his king one final square to the left, two away from one of the Black Pieces’ more aggressive pawns.
Checkmate.
* * * *
6 - BORICIO WOLFE
Dunn, Georgia
March 21
6:29 p.m.
Boricio, Charlie, and Vic roared down the highway in what Charlie had nicknamed “The Boriciomobile” since a few minutes after it was first unveiled by Harry, their resident welder back at the compound.
There couldn't have been too many assholes left breathing who could do what Harry could do. When it came to tricking out cars, the fucker made the impossible possible, and did it with a shit eating grin. He used to have a warehouse-sized garage in Houston, but his last customer picked up their custom Porsche Cayenne - iPad console freshly installed - on October 14. Boricio was happy to make his acquaintance about two months after that. Harry had made it to Alabama with his own pimped out Land Rover, but Boricio wanted something custom and Harry was happy to comply.
Harry got started with a Ford Expedition chassis, then leaned on Boricio’s scribbles and profanity-filled instructions followed by hundreds of hours of welding. Boricio loved Charlie’s nickname, but insisted from day one that Harry was not building the Boricomobile.
Harry was building the first car they’d need; the one that was safe to travel in as a group. Now that it was finished, the real Boriciomobile was under construction – built on the body of a beautiful gloss black BMW Z8 Boricio had brought back from a luxury dealer in Montgomery. Boricio spent a lot of the seconds when he wasn’t lamenting the lack of fresh pink meat to think up new ways to make the Z8 cooler than anything that little bitch, James Bond, had ever driven. But until then, he’d stay slap happy with the current model Boriciomobile.
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