a lot of things to do before work and I need to get started.”
We sat down an turned on the T.V. There wasn’t much on besides the local news. Then the national news came on. That gave me my start. The FAA had cancelled all flights going to or coming in from all Asian countries due to civil unrest. The news reporter also said the FAA was considering grounding all international flights due to the possibility of terrorist attacks. The next story was about an actor in Hollywood who just died. I got up and turned the television off.
“Gina, there’s something happening world-wide and soon it’s going to start here. I’m worried about what’s going to happen and I want you to be aware of it.”
“Okay Steve, if that’s all then, I’ll talk to you later. I really need to get busy.”
“There’s more. Can we get on your computer? If we can find something more on the internet than the government is letting the news media put out, I think you’ll get a clearer picture of what I’m trying to tell you.”
“Fine. Just hurry. Your five minutes was up forty-five minutes ago.”
I have to admit. The government was doing a good job of keeping this situation quiet. It took me half an hour to find anything at all and what I found wasn’t much. There was a video of a man in his car covered in blood. His eyes were glazed over and he looked like he was dead. If it wasn’t for his thrashing around, strapped in his seat belt, trying to bite the person filming him, I would have thought he was dead. Then the website shut down and her computer froze.
“Great! You broke my computer. Thanks. Now get out.”
“No, it’s fine. This happens every time I find one of these sites. The government is shutting them down.”
“Why would they be worried about fake crap like that anyway?”
“It’s not fake. It’s real.”
“Great, whatever. It’s time to go. We’ll talk at work.” She was getting upset and when Gina got upset, there was absolutely no talking to her.
“Well then I’m just going to tell you everything I know and let you decide.”
I told her everything. I replayed the conversation I had with my son. I told her how I came to decide to trade the Mustang for the Hummer. And I told her all about my shopping sprees and the guns, the arsenal, everything. When I was done, she gave me the strangest look. It was almost sad.
“Steve, I don’t know what to say to you. I think you and your son are wrong about this. Dead people don’t rise up to kill the living. You act like you’re living in one of those crazy zombie movies you love to watch all the time. Steve, I do care about you and hope you can come to your senses. Whatever is going on we’ll be fine. The government isn’t going to let anything bad happen.”
“I understand how you feel. It’s a lot to swallow. Just remember, when the shit hit’s the fan, call me. I believe this is real. I hope I’m wrong but I know I’m not. Do me a favor. Don’t talk to anyone at work about this. I won’t be there tonight. I called in sick again and then I’m off the next two nights. And promise me when this starts that you’ll call me. If you can’t call, come to my house.”
“I won’t tell anyone what we talked about. And I promise to call you if this really happens.”
“That’s all I can ask. Okay then, I’ll let you go.”
As I walked out the door, she reached out and
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