Dead Drive (Book 1): A Hopefully Prophetic Unauthorized Autobiography by Trask Mike

Author:Trask, Mike [Trask, Mike]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Zombie Apocalypse
Publisher: EastSide Ladykillaz
Published: 2018-05-09T04:00:00+00:00

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Seconds later, the phone rang again. My first thought was that it was Emma calling back for round two. But, it wasn’t. It was a number I had seen a lot in the past couple days. This number belonged to Daniela Holichova.

“Oh … shit,” I said aloud. Excitement grabbed hold of my entire body. My breathing … I don’t even know how to describe what happened. It was as if my body was going into these weird, spastic seizures. My heart leapt into my throat, while my stomach plummeted to my feet. “Shit, shit, shit, shit,” I repeated, growing more nervous by the second, as my phone continued to ring. “Hoooooly balls … shhiiiiiiiiiit.”

I had never been more nervous in my life. This made facing the horde of zombies in New York look like a frolic in the park. I had to answer the phone before the opportunity disappeared.

Mike, I said to myself. Please. I beg of you. For once in your life, don’t be stupid. Please. Don’t scare her, creep her out … don’t be a complete retard. Please.

Such words of encouragement.

Mustering my courage, I pressed the button.

“Hello?” I answered as calmly as I could, trying to hide just how excited I was for our first actual conversation.

“Hi,” she responded, with a little hesitancy, followed by a giggle. “Can you talk right now, or …” I couldn’t help but smile, hearing the voice I had heard many times on TV, now talking to me.

“Yeah, I can talk,” I answered, as even keeled as possible.

“Well, I just didn’t know if you were busy fighting off zombies,” she said, followed by a semi-awkward silence.

“No, I’m just driving in Pennsylvania somewhere.”

“Oh, okay,” she paused again. “So … you’re not a serial killer, right?”

“What?!” I asked, bursting out laughing at the pure randomness, not to mention ridiculousness, of the question.

“You’re not, right?” Daniela asked again.

“Well, I was for a while, but the dental plan was crap. And the hours were just … killer,” I joked.

She laughed and said, “So, a retired serial killer?”

“Yeah. I wasn’t very good at it, either. I mean if someone wandered close enough to my recliner, sure. But other than that, I was one Lazy Boy.” I couldn’t help but chuckle at my own stupid recliner joke.

“How unfortunate,” she laughed again. “Oh, and I see what you did there with the Lazy Boy comment. Very nice.”

“Oh, thank God. It’s always nice when someone gets my references.”

“Well, I got it,” Daniela giggled.

“And I must say, that’s the first time I’ve ever been asked that right out of the gate, in my first conversation with somebody. You know, the whole serial killer thing.”

“Oh, well that is good. That means people don’t just automatically assume you are one when they first meet you.”

“Well … to my knowledge, nobody thinks I am.”

“Okay, good. So how was your first day on the road?”

“What? You’re just gonna transition into a normal conversation after asking me if I’m a serial killer?!” I asked, laughing.

“Yes,” she chuckled again.

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