Blood on the Sand (Z Plan) by Lerma Mikhail

Author:Lerma, Mikhail [Lerma, Mikhail]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2012-08-18T07:00:00+00:00

Cale strolled back into the dining room to look for a towel. It too, was a small room with a low ceiling. There used to be a table in the middle of the room, but he and Zach had moved it into the kitchen. The kitchen was definitely the largest room in the entire house. The windows in this room had been boarded because they were large and very accessible. Anyone could easily break the glass and climb into the dwelling. Against the wall was a china hutch. Most likely it was filled with expensive dinnerware. Cale reached and opened both of the fine oak doors on it.

“Of freaking course,” Cale said.

Inside were towels and bed sheets. He grabbed a soft green towel and marched for the kitchen. He needed to wash his clothes; they reeked of the old man’s festering blood. Cale stripped down till he was completely nude, and threw his clothes into the kitchen sink. It was a large stainless steel one, like you might see in a restaurant. With his clothes balled up in the sink, he dumped dishwashing liquid onto the smelly pile, and then ran hot water over it. He burned his hands more than once as he stirred his clothes around. It was time to let it sit. Cale walked into the bathroom and started the hot water. Placing the stopper in the bottom of the tub, he then started the cold water, to make the perfect balance. With some discomfort, he climbed into the bathtub, inching himself slowly into the warm water. He wondered what time it was, as he’d left his watch up at his bedside. It had to have been a little after midnight. He’d slept all day and now his stomach was rumbling. After soaking for a while and washing up, Cale got out of the tub, shivering. He toweled himself dry, and then wrapped the towel around his waist. Then he went into the kitchen and ate an MRE cold. Imitation Pork Rib--- he’d definitely had worse. As he ate, the pounding at the door grew louder. Right now all he wanted was to hold his wife and child. He finished his meal and then sat and stared at the table. Eventually he tuned out the banging at the door. He thought about his family, hoping that they were safe, that maybe the United States had controlled the outbreak.

Cale drummed on the table, thinking about how he was going to get home. He was on the opposite side of the world for God’s sake. How was he going to make it all that way? He slowly felt himself falling asleep. Rousing himself, he stood, and moved to the sink. He reached in and pulled the rubber stopper from the bottom. Cale sat there as the water lowered until it became low enough that a small vortex formed around the drain, like a tiny underwater tornado. It began to make a gurgling sound. It had been a long time since Cale had sat and listened to that sound.

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