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LIFE IN THIS DEAD WORLD CH4
Forgive me for my characters dialog. I've been studying to get better and promise to come back and fix it as soon as i do.
Thanks.
He could hear the whistles getting closer. They must have found their trail. This women was slowing him down, and in todays world, that meant death.
"Unless you want to get caught by them, you need to pick up your pace." He says in a strained but polite manner. He knew he was asking alot out of her, but his life wasn't gonna be wasted because she decided to drag ass.
Her response was a frustrated glare at him. She was out of breath. This pace wasnt as much fast as it was constant. She could barely keep up.
He stopped and waved her behind a flipped UPS van. Long since abandoned. He looked up over the top and saw the coast was clear. As long as the whistles stayed behind them, they'd make it.
"Catch you breath, sweetie," he says without looking at her, "we ain't finished yet." They still had four miles till they reached the city limit. They could not afford to set here long. He was trying to think of alternate routes when a breathless voice muttered.
"My name is Sandra."
He turns now to finally look at her, and with some frustration in his voice asks, "What?"
With more tone this time she says, "My name is Sandra. Not sweetie. Not girl. Sandra. If your gonna save someone, learn their name."
He stared at her. Shocked at the venom she had after three hours of evading the whistles. This firecracker of a women differently has what it takes to survive this new world. She was right thou. Why hadn't he taken the time to learn her name. He thought a minute before replying.
"No point in getting to know someone's name when they might die in the next half hour. Its just a waste of time and energy." He finally says, feeling low just saying it.
She stared at him, disbelief on her face. "Thats a lonly way of living." Sandra whispers. "So, what do I call you. I mean besides gun totting stranger who saved my life."
She wasn't about to get his call handle. And his birthname was as dead as the old world. Without looking away, he utters "Mr. B. You can call me Mr. B."
Disbelief washed over her face. "Just Mr. B. Really. No John or Hank. Nope, just Mr. B. You gotta be joking, right?"
His facial expression never changed a bit as she ranted. He calmly said "That's all you get." The sound of whistles suddenly stopping made him look up. His instincts telling him they better move now.
"This way, quickly." He tells her as he takes off for an ally between an Arbys and a bank. He doesn't look to see if she follows. They were close, and he didn't like it.
The sound of footsteps behind him tells him she had decided to stick with him. In away he was glad she had. He was starting to respect this women. The sound of a lone whistle behind them brought him back to reality. They were out of time.
"We need to hide now." He whispers, looking for a place to hold up. A pizza place on the corner catches his eyes. The place looked old. Under his breath, he utters "is it old enough?"
"What?" Asks Sandra, a confused look on her face. There was terror there to. He saw it clearly in her eyes.
"That building might be old enough to have a basement. If it does, we can hide out there till they pass." He explains.
With a worried voice, she asks "what about leaving town. You said we had to leave to be safe." The look of mistrust evident in her glare.
With some impatience, he replies "that was the case. Till they caught up to us." He pauses to let it sink in then continues, "they are right on top of us. I can't fight them all. So unless you want to stay here and get caught, we hide."
She finally nods in agreement and they both head towards the shop. Hoping that it offered the protection they most definitely needed.
The short muscular man stood there. Staring at the faceless body. His rage and anger reaching its tipping point the more he looked. He was gonna find the son of a bitch who killed his big brother. And when he did, there will be no mercy. Only pain and death.
A lone whistle echoes through out the city. Bringing a smile to his face. His revenge was close at hand. He orders his men to move out. And, in mass, heads towards that lone whistle blow.
© MR.BOONIE
Thanks.
He could hear the whistles getting closer. They must have found their trail. This women was slowing him down, and in todays world, that meant death.
"Unless you want to get caught by them, you need to pick up your pace." He says in a strained but polite manner. He knew he was asking alot out of her, but his life wasn't gonna be wasted because she decided to drag ass.
Her response was a frustrated glare at him. She was out of breath. This pace wasnt as much fast as it was constant. She could barely keep up.
He stopped and waved her behind a flipped UPS van. Long since abandoned. He looked up over the top and saw the coast was clear. As long as the whistles stayed behind them, they'd make it.
"Catch you breath, sweetie," he says without looking at her, "we ain't finished yet." They still had four miles till they reached the city limit. They could not afford to set here long. He was trying to think of alternate routes when a breathless voice muttered.
"My name is Sandra."
He turns now to finally look at her, and with some frustration in his voice asks, "What?"
With more tone this time she says, "My name is Sandra. Not sweetie. Not girl. Sandra. If your gonna save someone, learn their name."
He stared at her. Shocked at the venom she had after three hours of evading the whistles. This firecracker of a women differently has what it takes to survive this new world. She was right thou. Why hadn't he taken the time to learn her name. He thought a minute before replying.
"No point in getting to know someone's name when they might die in the next half hour. Its just a waste of time and energy." He finally says, feeling low just saying it.
She stared at him, disbelief on her face. "Thats a lonly way of living." Sandra whispers. "So, what do I call you. I mean besides gun totting stranger who saved my life."
She wasn't about to get his call handle. And his birthname was as dead as the old world. Without looking away, he utters "Mr. B. You can call me Mr. B."
Disbelief washed over her face. "Just Mr. B. Really. No John or Hank. Nope, just Mr. B. You gotta be joking, right?"
His facial expression never changed a bit as she ranted. He calmly said "That's all you get." The sound of whistles suddenly stopping made him look up. His instincts telling him they better move now.
"This way, quickly." He tells her as he takes off for an ally between an Arbys and a bank. He doesn't look to see if she follows. They were close, and he didn't like it.
The sound of footsteps behind him tells him she had decided to stick with him. In away he was glad she had. He was starting to respect this women. The sound of a lone whistle behind them brought him back to reality. They were out of time.
"We need to hide now." He whispers, looking for a place to hold up. A pizza place on the corner catches his eyes. The place looked old. Under his breath, he utters "is it old enough?"
"What?" Asks Sandra, a confused look on her face. There was terror there to. He saw it clearly in her eyes.
"That building might be old enough to have a basement. If it does, we can hide out there till they pass." He explains.
With a worried voice, she asks "what about leaving town. You said we had to leave to be safe." The look of mistrust evident in her glare.
With some impatience, he replies "that was the case. Till they caught up to us." He pauses to let it sink in then continues, "they are right on top of us. I can't fight them all. So unless you want to stay here and get caught, we hide."
She finally nods in agreement and they both head towards the shop. Hoping that it offered the protection they most definitely needed.
The short muscular man stood there. Staring at the faceless body. His rage and anger reaching its tipping point the more he looked. He was gonna find the son of a bitch who killed his big brother. And when he did, there will be no mercy. Only pain and death.
A lone whistle echoes through out the city. Bringing a smile to his face. His revenge was close at hand. He orders his men to move out. And, in mass, heads towards that lone whistle blow.
© MR.BOONIE
