Archive for June, 2007
Posted on June 30, 2007 - by Aaron Ross Powell
Part 16
Elliot was ready to swing it at the leg of the taller one–try to knock him down long enough to pull away from the short crazy and get away–when the woman turned around and saw him. She shouted something, a warning to the other two, and they dropped Elliot’s legs.
He quickly rolled over and [...]
Posted on June 27, 2007 - by Aaron Ross Powell
Part 15
Elliot turned away and ran. He didn’t care what direction and had lost all immediate desire to find Evajean or Nahom, if it existed. What he wanted was only to get away from these three zombies, his mind flooded with mad thoughts of being bitten and turned into one of them.
Glancing back, he [...]
Posted on June 24, 2007 - by Aaron Ross Powell
Part 14
The dirt road to Nahom was much more of the former than the latter. He hiked for at least a quarter of a mile, careful not to lose the track. This wasn’t easy. The road widened and contracted, was perforated by clumps of small trees, and in one spot not too far [...]
Posted on June 22, 2007 - by Aaron Ross Powell
Part 13
Elliot pushed himself off the steering wheel, moaned, and ran his hand carefully across his forehead. Something didn’t feel right, something more than the warm tackiness his fingers skipped lightly across, something more than the pain even this tender contact radiated between his temples. No, this was an out of place difference, a [...]
Posted on June 22, 2007 - by Aaron Ross Powell
Part 12
There weren’t many cars on the freeway. Most people, when faced with the prospect of widespread death, shied away from road trips, heading home instead to care for immediate family—or just to hole up in the house and hope the disaster somehow missed them. It’s exactly what Elliot had done. This meant [...]
Posted on June 22, 2007 - by Aaron Ross Powell
Part 11
“There’s one!” Evajean shouted. “Back! Go back! You missed it.”
Elliot stopped the truck and looked out the back window. Sure enough, a few stores behind on the right was tiny sign that said “GUNS.” It hung in the front of a mom-and-pop sporting goods shop, right in the middle of [...]
Posted on June 22, 2007 - by Aaron Ross Powell
Part 10
“We still need those guns,” Elliot said after he and Evajean had composed themselves and started thinking about such things again. They’d started walking, slower this time, the flashlight waved a bit more thoroughly in case the store housed any more crazies.
“Definitely,” Evajean said and she laughed.
“What?” Elliot said.
“Oh, it’s just—” She laughed [...]
Posted on June 9, 2007 - by Aaron Ross Powell
Part 9
Elliot didn’t have a gun yet. He didn’t have anything more than a plastic flashlight with a rubberized handle and no more weight than the two D batteries contained within. Around him were only racks of clothes: no shovels or bats or fireplace pokers. He was entirely unarmed.
Evajean was still screaming behind [...]
Posted on June 4, 2007 - by Aaron Ross Powell
Part 8
Evajean was back to staring out the window now, and Elliot wished he could say more to her, tell her anything. But he drove the rest of the way in silence, occasionally letting himself wander back to this newest mystery but never with real concentration. They’d find answers as soon as the road [...]
Posted on June 1, 2007 - by Aaron Ross Powell
The Hole: Part 7
“I don’t know,” he said. “It’s not like there were many left by the time the collections stopped.”
When this had all began, when the first people here and there got sick and the news was treating it like nothing more than another summer cycle of West Nile Virus or the latest strain of flu, [...]
