an oak tree to vault over a pole.
“ BT, shit. You know it hurts me when I laugh.” I said gripping my shoulder.
“ It’ll heal, in fact it’s done remarkably well in this short time span. I’ll probably always have a limp, but that just works in my favor.”
When he didn’t answer I asked. “How so?” Knowing full well that I was walking into a set up trap.
BT flashed a smile. “Now I won’t have to work so hard on my pimp walk.”
I sighed in feigned disgust. It hurt less than laughing. For long moments there was a calm silence between us. BT broke it.
“ I miss Jen, Talbot.” BT said.
I thought he might have wiped a tear away but I couldn’t be sure and either way I wasn’t going to call him on it.
“ I miss her too, BT. She saved my skin a couple of times. Did you know we were neighbors before?” No need to explain before what.
“ I think I remember her saying something about that. How the hell did she put up with you?”
“ Back when civilization ruled the world, I reined myself in a lot better. I guess now there’s nothing left to hold the crazy back.”
With no small measure of difficulty BT sat up so that he could get a better look at me. “Talbot you’re hilarious.” BT guffawed for a few long seconds.
“ I was being serious.” I said to him. His laughing, which had been ebbing began to flow full throttle again.
For forty-five minutes we reminisced about Brendon and Jen, sometimes laughing, sometimes crying, more times than not it was a combination of the two.
"BT I haven't had the chance to ask anyone, but what happened to Brendon?"
"He shot himself."
I couldn't think of anything to say. There were reasons why in these times someone might decide to off themselves, but why then?
"He was bitten?" It was half statement half question.
"He must have been there was a bandage on his hand and when they laid him down I saw one on his leg, I don’t know how he even managed to get to Carol's."
I missed the kid, allies were falling fast and replacements were slow to come forward.
BRENDON'S STORY - CHAPTER NINE -
Brendon could never remember being able to change a tire that fast. Lug nuts that should have literally been frozen on, seemed hardly finger tightened as he used the tire iron to unscrew them. Adrenaline, fear and anger seethed through his system. He had no direction to focus his turmoil on. Justin was a spy, he was also his friend and the brother of his fiancée. Mike could just about be considered his dad and he knew what was up with Justin but did nothing. Realistically, what could he do.
Brendon felt justified and cowardly as he sped away from the Talbots'. They would never be able to survive without him.
"Oh who the hell am I kidding." He said to the steering wheel. "I won’t survive without them." His gut wrenched from the inner conflict. He was thirty miles down the roadway before he finally pulled over to reevaluate his situation. "How could I leave her?" He wailed. Pride is listed as one of the seven deadly sins for a reason. Brendon knew his life was almost forfeit but he'd be damned if he would grovel back to the all-knowing Michael R. Talbot.
He drove another five miles before he once again pulled over to rethink this course. He knew to within a few miles where they were going. He could just meet them there, all would be forgiven. "No!" He yelled. "Mike will have some smart ass comment about, I knew you’d be back. Or couldn’t stay away could you?" Brendon punched the accelerator, gravel spun out from the back of his truck. A lone crow perched on a non-functioning phone line watched his departure.
Brendon spent his first night alone in a mini-mall parking lot. He slept in fitful starts, always fearful that something would go bump in the night. The truck windows kept completely fogging over, so even when he did thrash to full alertness he could not tell if something was out there or an overactive imagination was to blame. Brendon quickly sat up. Wiping
“ BT, shit. You know it hurts me when I laugh.” I said gripping my shoulder.
“ It’ll heal, in fact it’s done remarkably well in this short time span. I’ll probably always have a limp, but that just works in my favor.”
When he didn’t answer I asked. “How so?” Knowing full well that I was walking into a set up trap.
BT flashed a smile. “Now I won’t have to work so hard on my pimp walk.”
I sighed in feigned disgust. It hurt less than laughing. For long moments there was a calm silence between us. BT broke it.
“ I miss Jen, Talbot.” BT said.
I thought he might have wiped a tear away but I couldn’t be sure and either way I wasn’t going to call him on it.
“ I miss her too, BT. She saved my skin a couple of times. Did you know we were neighbors before?” No need to explain before what.
“ I think I remember her saying something about that. How the hell did she put up with you?”
“ Back when civilization ruled the world, I reined myself in a lot better. I guess now there’s nothing left to hold the crazy back.”
With no small measure of difficulty BT sat up so that he could get a better look at me. “Talbot you’re hilarious.” BT guffawed for a few long seconds.
“ I was being serious.” I said to him. His laughing, which had been ebbing began to flow full throttle again.
For forty-five minutes we reminisced about Brendon and Jen, sometimes laughing, sometimes crying, more times than not it was a combination of the two.
"BT I haven't had the chance to ask anyone, but what happened to Brendon?"
"He shot himself."
I couldn't think of anything to say. There were reasons why in these times someone might decide to off themselves, but why then?
"He was bitten?" It was half statement half question.
"He must have been there was a bandage on his hand and when they laid him down I saw one on his leg, I don’t know how he even managed to get to Carol's."
I missed the kid, allies were falling fast and replacements were slow to come forward.
BRENDON'S STORY - CHAPTER NINE -
Brendon could never remember being able to change a tire that fast. Lug nuts that should have literally been frozen on, seemed hardly finger tightened as he used the tire iron to unscrew them. Adrenaline, fear and anger seethed through his system. He had no direction to focus his turmoil on. Justin was a spy, he was also his friend and the brother of his fiancée. Mike could just about be considered his dad and he knew what was up with Justin but did nothing. Realistically, what could he do.
Brendon felt justified and cowardly as he sped away from the Talbots'. They would never be able to survive without him.
"Oh who the hell am I kidding." He said to the steering wheel. "I won’t survive without them." His gut wrenched from the inner conflict. He was thirty miles down the roadway before he finally pulled over to reevaluate his situation. "How could I leave her?" He wailed. Pride is listed as one of the seven deadly sins for a reason. Brendon knew his life was almost forfeit but he'd be damned if he would grovel back to the all-knowing Michael R. Talbot.
He drove another five miles before he once again pulled over to rethink this course. He knew to within a few miles where they were going. He could just meet them there, all would be forgiven. "No!" He yelled. "Mike will have some smart ass comment about, I knew you’d be back. Or couldn’t stay away could you?" Brendon punched the accelerator, gravel spun out from the back of his truck. A lone crow perched on a non-functioning phone line watched his departure.
Brendon spent his first night alone in a mini-mall parking lot. He slept in fitful starts, always fearful that something would go bump in the night. The truck windows kept completely fogging over, so even when he did thrash to full alertness he could not tell if something was out there or an overactive imagination was to blame. Brendon quickly sat up. Wiping
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