I set the pencil aside and listened to the noises outside the old frame house. Some other farmer’s house, three thousand miles from my own home. Dark sounds, rustling, had to be the dead, but there was nothing for it. I picked the pencil up, flexed my fingers and began to write again…
Yesterday I found an old bottle of whiskey in a locked cabinet in the living room and resolved to leave it be. Now I have changed my mind. I have been sipping at it while I sit here and write. Maybe it will help my resolve with the part I still have to play after I write this out. Maybe it won’t, I don’t know. But I do know it is helping my head right now, and that is enough for me.
So, we had been trying to get to 405…
Leaving Los Angeles…
Johnny led them towards the rear garage area of the dealership, where they found a full size four wheel drive Chevy pickup. Johnny had worked at a dealership before, and recognized the garage area as the prep shop.
“When someone buys a new car,” Johnny said, “or truck, or whatever, they have to prep it. Take the plastic off the seats, fill the tank, wax it, sort of get it ready for the customer, you know?”
“I thought they came from the factory all ready to go?” Lana said.
“Well… they do, sort of,” Johnny agreed, “but they have plastic over the seats to protect them, and oil drips from the cars overhead on the transport trucks; dirt gets tracked into them when the guys move them around the lot. Sometimes they may have a scratch, or small dent that the body shop guys have to fix, and they get paint over-spray all over the car; dust in it, you name it. I used to have to prep cars, and it’s not much fun. Minimum wage type of job and the salesman who sold the car is usually breathing down your neck all the time you’re getting it ready. I hated it, but you do what you have to do to pay the bills. I figured if we’re going to find a truck all ready to go, this would be the first place to look. Gassed up and the whole nine yards. They even waxed it for us.” Johnny finished, trying to break the somber mood that had set in as they crossed the airfield.
His effort worked partially, Lana offered him a small smile as she spoke. “You know a lot of things don’t you?”
“Not really,” Johnny said. “I just worked at a lot of different jobs. Mainly just to keep the farm afloat, but also, I guess, because I believe you should learn as much as you possibly can. It worked for me. I grew up with a lot of guys who were constantly unemployed. Maybe they were carpenters, or roofers, or auto mechanics, farmers like me, whatever. When things would get bad, they’d get laid off, or the prices would drop for produce, it’s always something. Not that things never got slow for me, they did, but I could go to work somewhere else fairly quickly. I can practically build a house from the ground up, and do all the rough and finish, electrical, plumbing, and carpentry. The same with cars. I just learn well, I guess and it paid off. Someday I’d like to build my own house.”
“I’ve always wanted to own a house,” Lana said, the tentative smile had grown wider as she listened to Johnny talk. “I never thought I would live anywhere except that crummy apartment,” she laughed. “Manor la cucaracha,” She smiled at Johnny’s puzzled look. “Cockroach manor… My nickname for the place. If I never own a house I guess that would be fine with me, as long as I never have to live in that dump again.”
Johnny was nodding his head as she finished speaking. “I know what you mean. I had a crummy little place up in Seattle out of college. I used to take all the overtime I could get, so I wouldn’t have to go back to it too soon. I really hated it, I mean completely. I had this dream of buying some land and building my own house, when this is over that’s what I would like to do. Just find a nice place and build a house. Maybe have some cows again. I guess that sounds kind of stupid, but it really is what I want to do, and if I make it through this in one piece, I’m going to.”
“It doesn’t sound stupid to me at all,” Lana said, “in fact it sounds like a good plan, a good dream to hold on to. I’ve never really dared to dream. I guess now it’s okay to dream. You think?”
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☆ Top 25 Contributor ☆☆☆☆☆ ☆☆☆☆☆ 5 out of 5 stars. · 5 years ago
Raw Survival in a Crushed World
Chaos reigns after the crash of a meteorite that begins a domino effect of cataclysmic portions around the world. With no laws, no military, no leaders to follow, survivors band together in a desperate search for safe havens across the globe. Follow the stories of these lost souls as they begin their quest to rebuild what remains of humanity while witnessing both the best and worst the human race has to offer.
Earth’s Survivors: Apocalypse by Dell Sweet follows isolated survivors from across the country as they wander through the nightmare their lives have become. Heroes come in all sizes and shapes, meet them here as they risk their lives to lead or follow in a world where the rules are made up minute by minute. I found myself asking, “What would I do, would I have the strength to lead fairly? Would I have the trust to follow a stranger? Why does evil survive and thrive in times of crisis?”
What Dell Sweet has done is bring an apocalyptic event to life, fueling the flames of chaos by highlighting different groups in different areas, all facing the confusion and fear of a world gone mad, of death and loss. Still the hope comes through, as innocent victims band together to become real survivors, real heroes. Adding another terrifying layer to an already decimated world, are the lawless, those who are wired to overpower, destroy and take through heinous acts of villainy. I found myself asking why they survived, what short circuit in their brains make them the way they are?
There are no superheroes, there is no magic, this is survival, raw, real and filled with brutal scenes vividly described, characters that come alive with emotions we can all relate to and bold and braves moves made while heading into the unknown of tomorrow. Will they survive or have governments betrayed their people before collapsing? The stage has been set for more and I want to take this ride to the very end.
I was riveted to each page, stopping just short of taking notes; just in case. Far too realistic to be ignored, far too well-written not to fall into each page!
I received this copy from George Dell in exchange for my honest review.