you would have told him."
"I don’t know what it is BT. We are on a military base with more guns and trained personnel that we could ever hope for and I felt safer in Little Turtle. I think most of it has to do with the fact that we're pretty much stuck in these beds. Part of it could be that I just don’t think he'd believe me."
BT nodded in agreement.
"I mean we're living through it man, and still I am harboring doubts."
"It all seems pretty improbable. I always thought the downfall of civilization would be a socio-economic collapse. I fully expected China to demand all of our debt to her in one fell swoop. They would have won the war without firing one shot."
I looked over at BT. I must have had a confused look on my face because he asked me what the hell I was looking at. I could not reconcile the size of the man with the obvious amount of smarts he possessed.
"How in the hell do you have enough time outside of the gym to learn all this stuff?"
"Blow me, Talbot."
"Ah there's the BT I know and love."
"So what do you want to do about this place?" He asked more seriously.
"I want to leave. But not yet, I want us to be as close to 100% functional as is possible. This place has…something."
"A feeling of expectancy."
"That'll work. Calm before the storm and all that shit. There is just way too much food here for the zombies to pass on by. I don't give a shit how many bullets and grenades and claymore mines they have here, it isn't enough. They will either come on their own or Eliza will bring them. Either way I really don't want to be here when it happens."
"How long you figure, Mike?"
"It's never good when you use my first name BT."
He cocked a half smile at me.
"Well, provided I don’t find some new and unusual way to reinjure my shoulder, which may be difficult. I should be semi-functional in a few weeks. You on the other hand are probably looking at a good 3 or 4 months before you are even close to approximating something close to normal."
BT laughed before he asked his question. "So again Mike, how long?"
"Do I look like CNN?" BT's gaze withered me. "Fine, I've got to figure that the bitch is even now amassing an army. It'll take her a while to get anything together that can take on this base. I can only hope that the majority of zombies out there are still of the slower variety. I figure if everything goes our way we have a max of a month."
BT breathed heavily through closed lips. "When you feel better Mike you could leave."
"Yup sure could."
"But you won't." BT said resignedly.
"Yeah not really a chance of that BT, I've come to grow fond of you and the constant threat of getting my ass kicked by you."
"Mike, you've got your family to think of."
"BT you are part of my family now. I mean we might not be able to pass as twins and all, but we are brothers."
"Brothers in arms."
"I've been to war BT. There are not many stronger bonds that can be created than with your fellow soldier. When the world disintegrates around you and all you have is your buddy next to you watching your back and to rely on, well hell man, what more do you need? Don't sweat it for now, we'll see how we're doing in three weeks and we'll go from there. If we're up for it and these Army guys can see it out of the kindness of their hearts to give us a hummer, we'll just go."
"What if they don't have any kindness?"
"Eh, won’t be the first time I stole a military vehicle."
"You scare me Talbot."
"Those are the same words my parole officer said."
“ What’d the Doc say about your leg?”
“ He said I should have got a second opinion before I let you operate.”
I laughed, even though the movement caused extreme pain through my shoulder. “Asshole.” I mumbled.
“ Hey I’m just telling you what he told me.”
“ Seriously, BT.”
“ Well my pole vaulting days are over.” He said with some serious lament in his voice.
He sounded so pathetic I was half tempted to believe him, but the guy would have had to use
"I don’t know what it is BT. We are on a military base with more guns and trained personnel that we could ever hope for and I felt safer in Little Turtle. I think most of it has to do with the fact that we're pretty much stuck in these beds. Part of it could be that I just don’t think he'd believe me."
BT nodded in agreement.
"I mean we're living through it man, and still I am harboring doubts."
"It all seems pretty improbable. I always thought the downfall of civilization would be a socio-economic collapse. I fully expected China to demand all of our debt to her in one fell swoop. They would have won the war without firing one shot."
I looked over at BT. I must have had a confused look on my face because he asked me what the hell I was looking at. I could not reconcile the size of the man with the obvious amount of smarts he possessed.
"How in the hell do you have enough time outside of the gym to learn all this stuff?"
"Blow me, Talbot."
"Ah there's the BT I know and love."
"So what do you want to do about this place?" He asked more seriously.
"I want to leave. But not yet, I want us to be as close to 100% functional as is possible. This place has…something."
"A feeling of expectancy."
"That'll work. Calm before the storm and all that shit. There is just way too much food here for the zombies to pass on by. I don't give a shit how many bullets and grenades and claymore mines they have here, it isn't enough. They will either come on their own or Eliza will bring them. Either way I really don't want to be here when it happens."
"How long you figure, Mike?"
"It's never good when you use my first name BT."
He cocked a half smile at me.
"Well, provided I don’t find some new and unusual way to reinjure my shoulder, which may be difficult. I should be semi-functional in a few weeks. You on the other hand are probably looking at a good 3 or 4 months before you are even close to approximating something close to normal."
BT laughed before he asked his question. "So again Mike, how long?"
"Do I look like CNN?" BT's gaze withered me. "Fine, I've got to figure that the bitch is even now amassing an army. It'll take her a while to get anything together that can take on this base. I can only hope that the majority of zombies out there are still of the slower variety. I figure if everything goes our way we have a max of a month."
BT breathed heavily through closed lips. "When you feel better Mike you could leave."
"Yup sure could."
"But you won't." BT said resignedly.
"Yeah not really a chance of that BT, I've come to grow fond of you and the constant threat of getting my ass kicked by you."
"Mike, you've got your family to think of."
"BT you are part of my family now. I mean we might not be able to pass as twins and all, but we are brothers."
"Brothers in arms."
"I've been to war BT. There are not many stronger bonds that can be created than with your fellow soldier. When the world disintegrates around you and all you have is your buddy next to you watching your back and to rely on, well hell man, what more do you need? Don't sweat it for now, we'll see how we're doing in three weeks and we'll go from there. If we're up for it and these Army guys can see it out of the kindness of their hearts to give us a hummer, we'll just go."
"What if they don't have any kindness?"
"Eh, won’t be the first time I stole a military vehicle."
"You scare me Talbot."
"Those are the same words my parole officer said."
“ What’d the Doc say about your leg?”
“ He said I should have got a second opinion before I let you operate.”
I laughed, even though the movement caused extreme pain through my shoulder. “Asshole.” I mumbled.
“ Hey I’m just telling you what he told me.”
“ Seriously, BT.”
“ Well my pole vaulting days are over.” He said with some serious lament in his voice.
He sounded so pathetic I was half tempted to believe him, but the guy would have had to use
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