Zombie Fallout 12 by Mark Tufo

Author:Mark Tufo [Tufo, Mark]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Mark Tufo

Chapter 10

Mike Journal Entry 8

“They’re already on the road,” Tommy said not more than five miles from where we’d left.

“What? Who?”

“Jason, his son, and the others.”

“How many ‘others' and how do you know this?”

“Lyle is open.” He didn’t explain further; I guess he meant his mind. “It wasn’t purely luck that he was on the roadway.”

“What…you just reached out and touched him? Like AT&T?”

Tommy looked befuddled.

“Don’t give me that crap. Of all the people I can’t ‘date’ myself with, it’s you. You know what I’m talking about.”

“Yes; I’ve been alive for a great many years. It doesn’t mean I spent a bunch of them in front of the television.”

“Are you going all elitist on me?”

“I loved Bonanza.”

“There’s a lot not making sense right now. Bonanza?” I asked, halting my other thought.

“Hoss was my hero.”

“Okay, back to it. Jason didn’t look like he’d leave if the building was on fire. Why now, and how do they know where they’re going?”

“Lyle convinced him to come, and I gave them directions before we headed out.”

“This is all a little too coincidental. Too easy.”

“You can catch a break every once in a while, Mr. T; not everything needs to be a deadly quest.”

“You say that but it seems for every easy thing handed to us, we have to pay double for it on the back end.”

Tommy smiled and let the back of his seat recline.

“How long?” I hated waiting–drove me nuts, as a matter of fact. Too much time to get myself in trouble.

“Fifteen minutes.” He placed his hands behind his head; I stepped out of the van to look around. Tommy seemed at ease; I wasn’t getting that kind of vibe, I was at an agitated unease. I slowly did a complete turn, looking in every nook and cranny I could. I saw nothing, but that didn’t quell my whipped up innards. No matter what the kid said, something was up. No, I couldn’t just “catch a break.”

“BT, can you hear me?” I’d grabbed the walkie out of the van.

“You cannot already be in trouble,” he replied.

“We’re good…going to be back sooner than expected. Apparently, they’re coming to meet us.”

He wisely didn’t ask how over an open channel. “See you soon, out.”

On cue, I saw a bus coming. Couldn’t hear it.

“Electric,” Tommy said. He had soundlessly exited the van and was looking as well. He waved as they got closer.

The bus slowed down; Lyle was hanging out a window and yelling enthusiastically. Jason was driving; didn’t seem quite so happy. In fact, it looked like he’d somehow bitten down on an overly sour lemon. The bus had no sooner stopped when a man in a blue flannel shirt stepped off. I remembered seeing him at the church; he was one of the ones holding a gun on us, but he’d not said anything then. Apparently, he wanted to now.

“James M. Lemon,” he said as he extended his hand. “The M is for Motherfucker.”

“Okay. Nice beard,” was all I could think to say.

“You getting us out of here?”

“That’s the idea.

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