Day 4: Interlude

"Looks like we're going to have to spend the night in the cabin," Kay said.  "It's too far back to town and I don't remember whether there was a motel there or not anyway."

"I think I'd just as soon spend the night in the SUV, but you're probably right."  Looking around, Sculder added, "Doesn't look too bad, though.  Might just be comfortable after all."

"Oh, yeah, I almost forgot," Kay added.  Sculder started to turn towards him.  "I wanted to show you this pen..."

*FLASH*

Sculder was temporarily disoriented by the flash, so bright that it even lit up the woods through the cabin windows.

"You will remember everything about today, except the Kill-o-Zap and the cockroach comment," Kay said, finally removing his sunglasses.

"I will remember everything about today, except the Kill-o-Zap and the cockroach comment," Sculder repeated.  A few minutes later, he shook his head to clear it and went on with bedding down for the night in the cabin.

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'Another stellar day,' Bob thinks as he throws himself down on the bed.  'What am I going to do next?' 

 

 

 'I wonder what's going on in Suburbia.  I almost forgot about it!'

 

Suddenly, he sat up and said out loud, "Hey!  The TV!"  He had been so tired he hadn't even thought about it or turned it on.  With a click the TV popped to life - right in the middle of a newscast. 

 

". . . we had to run into a building to escape those things, Kim.  Now we're trapped here.  We can hear the things outside, scratching at the door with their claw-like fingers, trying to get in.  Hopefully we'll be safe until someone can rescue us here."

  

 

"Thank you for that report, Sandy.  That was Sandy Miles reporting from on-location, somewhere out there.  We don't know how much longer we'll be broadcasting.  We don't know how many of you are left watching.  Suburbia is being overrun by those things.  Some call them zombies.  Some say they're other things.  We may never know.  Things are so confused and we can't get reporters out onto the streets to find out what the situation really is.  This is Kim Porter, signing off for WSNN.  See you soon."  She smiled briefly, and when the light on the camera went out, her smile went out.  She sat for a minute with her head in her hand before she collected her papers and went to her dressing room, where a cot had been set up so she wouldn't have to leave the studio.

 

'Guess there's no reason to go back to Suburbia,' Bob thought.  'Doesn't sound like there's anything left there.  Might be a few people, but there won't be for long.'  He stared at the ceiling, gradually drifting off to sleep.