Dead America The Third Week Box Set, Vol. 1 [Books 1-6 ] by Slaton Derek

Author:Slaton, Derek [Slaton, Derek]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Zombie Apocalypse
Published: 2020-06-27T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWO

Kenny walked into his office, a spacious room adorned with dark walnut bookcases and a large L-shaped desk. Against one wall was another awards case, holding trophies all the way back to his first pee-wee football participation trophy from when he was just nine years old.

On his large desk, where a computer would normally sit, was a heavy-duty ancient piece of technology—a ham radio. It was a vintage World War II era monstrosity that took up the entire corner portion of the desk. He’d had it refurbished years back when he got his first pro-football paycheck. In addition to the original structure, he’d updated the non-working portion with modern digital components. Most would have tossed such an old machine, but it had been Kenny’s grandfather’s, who had cherished it dearly. It was a family heirloom, and he’d been happy to restore it to its former glory.

Of course, once the apocalypse happened, he’d been extra glad he’d taken the time to honor dear old grandpa.

Kenny sat down with a fresh bottle of cold water, and flicked on the machine. The lights on the dial illuminated, showing him his frequencies. Next to it on the desk sat a clipboard with a list of names and frequencies running ten long, six of them crossed out.

He ran his finger along the first name, Gerald, and dialed in the long string of numbers into the machine. He grabbed the microphone and leaned back in his seat.

“Hey Gerald, you there, man?” he asked brightly. “It’s Kenny down here in South Beach.” He took a long swig of his water and waited. There was no reply. He sighed and hit the button again. “Gerald, come on, man, it’s been three days. Don’t do your boy Kenny like that.”

He waited again for a long minute, and finally shook his head. Three days of nothing from Gerald. That wasn’t a good sign, and though he was reluctant to let go, he knew deep down that it was too late. He picked up his pen and crossed out Gerald’s name. Only three left.

“Let’s see who’s next.” He drew his finger down the list, stopping on Arnold. He dialed in that frequency, and then sat back in his chair again. “Yo, Arnold, it’s Kenny, you there, bro?”

In less than a minute, the line came to life. “Hey Kenny, how’s my South Beach brother doing?” His voice was raspy and aged, sounding like a man that had spent years smoking two packs a day.

“Man, you know, just soaking up them rays, hoping for a pretty girl to walk on by,” Kenny replied. Speaking to another human being made some of the tight muscles in his neck relax, and he let out a sigh of relief. He often spoke to himself just to hear a voice, but of course it wasn’t the same as carrying on a real conversation.

“Oh yeah?” Arnold replied, amusement lacing his tone. “How’s that working out?”

Kenny laughed. “I’m gonna level with you man, not too well.” He grinned, and took another swig of water.

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