Trip was kissing his hands and waving á la a Miss America pageant winner. Travis picked up Henry and placed him into the back of the military truck. The rest got in with various gestures. I loved each and every one of them and hoped I’d be back to see them again. The truck pulled away, and the camera followed until they took a turn and were out of sight. In this case, out of sight did not nearly equate to out of mind. Unless I added one little pronoun and said out of my mind, because then, yeah, I definitely was.
There was a second or two as the picture on the monitor turned to that of a satellite image hovering hundreds of miles in the sky. It wasn’t difficult to find the truck, as it was the only thing moving in the whole city block the camera was focused on.
“How do I know it’s them?” I asked aloud.
The camera was zoomed in from a remote operator. Inexplicably I saw an insanely large black arm come out from the back of the truck, followed immediately by the revealing of a large, black middle finger.
“Fucker,” I said. BT’s other eagle-gestured arm came out as well. I had no idea the cameras on those things were as powerful as they were. I probably could have been able to tell if he had a hangnail if I looked hard enough.
I kept watching, the camera panning back out to reveal what looked to be about a square mile. If somebody was following, they were staying safely out of the shot. They’d traveled not much more than ten miles when I started to see people, at least what I originally mistook for people. Maybe “hoped” for was a better word. But no, it was a horde, and it was massive. I hadn’t seen that kind of amassing since Eliza.
“Operator, zoom back to the truck, please.” There was an urgent tone to my voice. “BT, can you still hear me?” He must have picked up on my distress because he didn’t flip me off this time. “Better yet, can everyone hear me?” Waving arms came out of both windows and the rear. “Operator, please pan out with a few square miles showing, please.” I could still just make out the truck, the roads, and the horde—which was enormous. If I hadn’t seen if from closer up, I would have assumed it to be a body of water.
“Gary, I’m pretty sure you’re driving, at least I hope to God it isn’t Trip. You have a horde straight ahead. You keep going the way you’re going and you’ll see what I’m talking about soon enough.” I was frantically looking for an alternate route for them to take which did not involve coming back this way. “Gary, there is a right in about a half mile. Take it for maybe a mile, I can’t really tell, and then take a left. That should get you going back in the right direction and avoid the zombies.” The truck was slowing as it came up to the turn. “I’ll let you know when to take your next turn.”
“Satellite feed loss in thirty seconds,” the operator’s voice came on.
“That’s not the deal! Captain Najarian!” He had come back after getting Dennis to the rendezvous point.
“I’m sorry, Mike. I can’t alter a satellite’s trajectory.”
“What else did you lie to me about?”
There was silence until the operator came back on. Ten seconds to feed loss.”
“Gary your turn is coming up. Ditch the fucking truck when you can. I’ll catch up.”
Static filled up the screen.
“Catch-up, Mr. Talbot? What did you lie about?” Captain Najarian asked over the computer.
“Yeah, I’m pretty much thinking I’m going to get away when that horde gets here, because I guarantee they’re headed this way.”
“Zombies can’t get in here. This facility is sealed.”
Tommy got in, I thought. ‘This your doing?’ I asked Tommy.
‘ Not me, but it’ll help. I saw Tracy and the rest leave. Everything looked on the up and up.’
Rifle shots immediately snagged my attention.
‘Not at me,’ Tommy responded when he caught my concern.
Chapter Four – Mrs. Deneaux
She’d known the moment the arrogant
There was a second or two as the picture on the monitor turned to that of a satellite image hovering hundreds of miles in the sky. It wasn’t difficult to find the truck, as it was the only thing moving in the whole city block the camera was focused on.
“How do I know it’s them?” I asked aloud.
The camera was zoomed in from a remote operator. Inexplicably I saw an insanely large black arm come out from the back of the truck, followed immediately by the revealing of a large, black middle finger.
“Fucker,” I said. BT’s other eagle-gestured arm came out as well. I had no idea the cameras on those things were as powerful as they were. I probably could have been able to tell if he had a hangnail if I looked hard enough.
I kept watching, the camera panning back out to reveal what looked to be about a square mile. If somebody was following, they were staying safely out of the shot. They’d traveled not much more than ten miles when I started to see people, at least what I originally mistook for people. Maybe “hoped” for was a better word. But no, it was a horde, and it was massive. I hadn’t seen that kind of amassing since Eliza.
“Operator, zoom back to the truck, please.” There was an urgent tone to my voice. “BT, can you still hear me?” He must have picked up on my distress because he didn’t flip me off this time. “Better yet, can everyone hear me?” Waving arms came out of both windows and the rear. “Operator, please pan out with a few square miles showing, please.” I could still just make out the truck, the roads, and the horde—which was enormous. If I hadn’t seen if from closer up, I would have assumed it to be a body of water.
“Gary, I’m pretty sure you’re driving, at least I hope to God it isn’t Trip. You have a horde straight ahead. You keep going the way you’re going and you’ll see what I’m talking about soon enough.” I was frantically looking for an alternate route for them to take which did not involve coming back this way. “Gary, there is a right in about a half mile. Take it for maybe a mile, I can’t really tell, and then take a left. That should get you going back in the right direction and avoid the zombies.” The truck was slowing as it came up to the turn. “I’ll let you know when to take your next turn.”
“Satellite feed loss in thirty seconds,” the operator’s voice came on.
“That’s not the deal! Captain Najarian!” He had come back after getting Dennis to the rendezvous point.
“I’m sorry, Mike. I can’t alter a satellite’s trajectory.”
“What else did you lie to me about?”
There was silence until the operator came back on. Ten seconds to feed loss.”
“Gary your turn is coming up. Ditch the fucking truck when you can. I’ll catch up.”
Static filled up the screen.
“Catch-up, Mr. Talbot? What did you lie about?” Captain Najarian asked over the computer.
“Yeah, I’m pretty much thinking I’m going to get away when that horde gets here, because I guarantee they’re headed this way.”
“Zombies can’t get in here. This facility is sealed.”
Tommy got in, I thought. ‘This your doing?’ I asked Tommy.
‘ Not me, but it’ll help. I saw Tracy and the rest leave. Everything looked on the up and up.’
Rifle shots immediately snagged my attention.
‘Not at me,’ Tommy responded when he caught my concern.
Chapter Four – Mrs. Deneaux
She’d known the moment the arrogant
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