Plague Unleashed by D. C. Gomez

Author:D. C. Gomez [Gomez, D. C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Gomez Expeditions
Published: 2018-05-05T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 19

It was Thursday morning and according to my clock it was 6:15 a.m. I was planning to get up at five to go running. Unfortunately, we didn’t finish making those knockout paintballs till way past midnight. I had flashes of being deployed and filling sandbags. Every time I thought we were done, more bags appeared. It was like they were multiplying in the back. Those little balls were the same way.

I was pretty sure we had enough ammo to knock out both the Arkansas and Texas side of Texarkana. I was still tired and sore from leaning over filling those little balloons. At least we knew that one dose of the serum was good for at least five hours. Eugene had to hit poor William with another dose while we worked. I was afraid to ask Eugene precisely what was in them. He did assure us that they had no harmful side effects. I was praying he was right, or Death would be mad at us.

One of the many lights on my phone was flashing. Bartholomew had programmed my new phone, and now I got notifications for everything. It drove me nuts. I used my cell for my alarms, the only reason it was still in my room. While the clock on my night table had a lot of fun memories for me, I hated the alarm in it. So I was stuck with my cell phone and all the weird stuff that came with it. I pulled the phone closer and checked to see what notification was blowing up my phone now.

Unlike Constantine, who was the social media king of the house, both on the human side and the supernatural, I sucked at it. Constantine was so impressive. Not only did he have two YouTube channels—one for humans and one for supernatural—he also had a twitter account. I had no idea where he found the time. I struggled just to keep up with my text messages and voice mail.

I had a text from Abuelita.

Isis, emergency. I need you at the store at 0700. I’m panicking. Too much to do, not enough people or time. Please help.

I was so happy Abuelita’s texts were getting better. For the longest time, I had no clue what she was talking about. Out of habit, I glanced at my clock on the night table for the time instead of the phone I was holding. My brain was still not focusing, because it took me a minute to process the information. By the time I processed the text, it finally hit me that I had less than thirty minutes to get up and get ready to head to Abuelita’s. I hated short notices, and lately my whole life was full of them.

I rushed to the restaurant with my hair still wet and messy at five minutes after seven. I wasn’t sure what I was expecting, but it was a giant disaster zone. It honestly looked like a hurricane or a tornado had hit the poor place.

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