Yesterday's Gone: Season One by Sean Platt & David W. Wright

Author:Sean Platt & David W. Wright
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: post-apocalyptic serial
Publisher: Collective Inkwell

CHAPTER 1 — Brent Foster

Oct. 16

7:20 a.m.

New York City

“Daddy?” Ben’s voice cried out through the old man’s face.

“Ben?” Brent said, eyes wide, staring at Joe in a mixture of disbelief, horror, and ... relief. “Is that you?”

“Daddy?” His son again. Impossible as it was, it was without doubt his son’s voice escaping from the maintenance man’s throat.

“Can you hear me?” Brent asked.

Joe’s lids closed on his milky-white eyes, then fell silent as his head dropped forward.

“Ben?!” Brent screamed, shaking Joe.

Joe was breathing, but he may as well have been dead.

Luis kept driving, navigating through the foggy streets of New York like a pro, though Brent was only slightly aware of anything beyond Joe.

“That was your son’s voice?” Luis asked.

“Yes.” Brent said.

“How is that even possible?”

“How is any of this possible?” Brent said. “Is Joe okay, do you think?”

Luis looked Joe up and down, “I dunno; what the hell is that splotchy shit on his head?”

Brent looked closer. Dark, web-like veins were running in scattered lines beneath Joe’s skin, next to dark, mottled circles that looked like bruising.

“Looks like some sort of ... infection or something.” Brent said. “Did you see his eyes?”

Luis nodded, “Do you think he’s ... gonna turn into one of them? Like a zombie?”

The idea would have seemed insane a day earlier. Now, they were living in a world filled with insane.

“I don’t know.”

Luis said, “If he shows any signs, any signs at all, we need to shoot him before he infects us.”

“We can’t just shoot him.”

“We don’t have to; I will,” Luis said.

Brent paused for a long time trying to think of the right way to frame his words without sounding even crazier than their theories of alien zombies taking over the city.

“What if he’s connected to Ben somehow?”

“What?”

“You heard Ben, right? I mean, you don’t know Ben’s voice, but I do. And that was it. What if Joe is somehow channeling Ben from somewhere else? Maybe Ben is in trouble and somehow Joe, in a nearly comatose state, is able to pick up on the broadcast?”

“Sure, it may have sounded like your son, but all the old man said was ‘Daddy,’ not ‘Daddy, come save me’ or anything like that.”

Brent stared in the rearview, but Luis didn’t meet his gaze, his eyes fixed on the road.

“What are you saying?” Brent asked.

“I’m saying, and don’t take this wrong, but maybe you’re hearing what you want to hear. You want to believe your wife and son are alive and out there. Hell, I want the same thing for my little girl. But that don’t make it so. I don’t know why Joe sounded like your kid. It’s freaky as shit, but I don’t think it changes a thing. We still need to head to Black Island and get the hell outta here before more of those fuckers come at us.”

Brent stared hard at the mirror, Luis’ words seeping in, though it was hard to ignore a message from Ben, even if it wasn’t the genuine thing. Even

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