Saturday, March 2, 2019

Day 5: Interlude

Editor's Note: It's been 5-1/2 years since my last post.  When we left our heroes, Bob was the last of the original group still standing.  He's at the motel at the crossroads, trying to decide where to go from here.  Somewhere along the way, I lost the gray paper that made up the parking lots at the crossroads.  Hmm, I guess I'll have to do something about that if Bob's going to stay here much longer.

Bob stood by the highway looking up and down, trying to decide what the best plan would be.  There were a few zeds off in the distance, but they didn't see him and they were shambling off in other directions anyway.  For the moment it was peaceful in the early morning sunlight.  The car was packed in case he had to abandon the motel in an instant, even if it meant leaving the trailer behind.  Heck, he could have even taken Ted's car if he had to.  He recovered the keys from Ted's body after the zeds got him.  

'Dang!  No point going back to the city,' Bob thought to himself.  He had heard the newscast the previous day and it was looking bleak for the people there.  'There's food and gas here - at least for the time being.  I have some security in the motel, though I do wish it was more isolated.'

The highway stretched off into the distance.  Beyond the buildings at the crossroads, the terrain was back to farmland and light woods.  Behind the motel, Bob noticed an open field and in the distance, a railroad siding with an abandoned train sitting there.  He decided to explore the rail siding later in the day.  There might be some equipment there that he could use, and if nothing else, he might be able to turn a boxcar into an impromptu shelter if he had to. 

He of course knew nothing about the turmoil the agents encountered at the cabin.  For now, he was only concerned about his own needs, but frequently wondered how his friends - the two who were still alive - were faring. 

He went back into the motel, closing and locking the door behind himself.  He even went so far as to put the chain on the door.  He stretched out on the bed and closed his eyes, just for a few minutes he thought.  He just felt tired.

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