answers depend on how long this lasts. I guess that’s the big question. Can the government handle this type of emergency? Theoretically they could find all the people who got the tainted flu vaccine and round them up. Problem solved. Except it wasn’t. It was too late for that; the zombies had already broken out. Besides, the government couldn’t do anything quickly. It was way too large to mobilize to take care of the problems of Super storm Sandy or Hurricane Katrina. It’ll take days for them to get it together. By then, 50, 000 people could die and wake up as zombies. Who knows what trouble that would cause? Then what about the people that had been bitten today? They’re gonna be zombies too. That’s how zombies work. If there are such things as zombies? Which now, apparently, there are. I can’t even go any further down that road. The basic math is bad enough. If everyone who got the tainted flu vaccine became zombies, then turned two other people into zombies, who then turned two other people into zombies, we’ll be ass deep in zombies in just a few days.
Gotta get through today first.
Dinner was, oddly enough, fairly normal, thanks to my wife who drove the conversation. We talked a lot about what the kids were doing in school and what was going on with their friends for Christmas. That stung a bit. I was well aware that no one’s plans for Christmas were the same after today. But I kept my mouth shut for a while. It was difficult. I wanted to make plans and talk about lists and inventories and the like. Only Tabby seemed to be worked up.
“Dad, I want to make sure Justin is okay.” I wasn’t sure who Justin was, but I didn’t always keep up with school friends.
“Well, Tabby you’re welcome to call, text or email him.”
“I haven’t been able to get a hold of him. It’s not like him to not get back to me.”
“I’m sorry honey. Does he have a house phone? Or, do you know his mom’s number?”
“Nobody has a house phone anymore, Dad.” She was getting angry now. “I want to go see if he’s okay.”
“No, Tabitha. I’m sorry but we’re not going outside. Certainly not as it’s getting dark. You remember what we just saw on the TV, say 20 minutes ago, right?” I looked over at Sam for help. Obviously, Justin was a boyfriend or whatever passed for a boyfriend at 14.
“Tabby, keep trying to get in touch with him. Maybe tomorrow we can go out if things are better. Maybe,” said Sam. She spoke in a tender, loving tone that I didn’t seem to ever possess. It worked on Tabby for the moment. I took that opportunity to go fetch dessert. Thor padded along.
When I came back from the kitchen with dessert, my wife was speaking in hushed tones with Malcolm. They were trying to be nonchalant about it in that obvious way people do. Once I had sat down, Sam spoke.
“Mal has a question for you, Ryan.”
“Oh? What’s that, Mal?”
“Will we still have Christmas?”
“Of course, buddy. I don’t know what the future will bring but I do know that we will always be together to celebrate Christmas. Your expectations about Christmas might have to change though.”
“What does that mean?”
“Well, like I said, I don’t know what the future will bring. But, what if we don’t have lights up all over the outside? Or, what if we can’t put the light up deer out in the front yard? Would that still be Christmas to you?” The light up deer were the hit of the
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