that the pills worked. This was probably his last chance.
I started the Hummer, wincing at the noise, and guided it up the hilltop.
I pulled my cell phone off the dashboard, and felt my stomach drop , noticing that there were still no bars as we topped the hill.
The neighborhood was filled with multi-million dollar mansions. I only caught part of what Kyle was saying, something about the top one percent of the one percent living here , when he stopped in mid-sentence.
“Get the fuck out of here!” Kyle said, shifting his body down and over to get a better view of the side view mirror.
I spun around to see a police car behind us. We were getting the full flashing lights treatment. I kept driving.
“Pull over!” came over a loud speaker.
“Is it possible that this community still has people?” I asked, feeling my heart thudding.
“I guess if there is still power. I don’t know...maybe,” Kyle replied. Michael popped his head up, and looked back.
“There is no way these guys are on the level,” he panted.
“Pull over !” We heard it once again from the cop car. We didn’t know quite what to do.
“Cops or not, they’re probably calling every zombie in the area towards us,” I said , hearing my own voice raise noticeably. Kyle held up his hands; he wasn’t sure what the hell to do either.
I pulled into the driveway of one of the mansions on our right. It circled around, and I drove all the way through to face the cop car blocking the exit. With a clear line of sight on the car, we could still get by on the grass if we needed to.
Two men stepped out. They were both clean shaven, and dressed in blue officer uniforms. Handguns drawn, they approached the Hummer. Kyle and I had opened the doors but wouldn’t step down. No way were we just sitting there waiting for them to walk up with guns blazing.
“Put your hands up where we can see them and throw any weapons down to the grass!” one of the cops screamed.
“Is there a problem officer?” Kyle asked, as nonchalant as possible.
“This town is in lock down. No outside visitors. We’re here to escort you out,” the officer replied.
“Lock –down? What do you mean lock –down?” I questioned in bewilderment.
“It means you need to leave immediately, before we’re forced to take more drastic action,” the other officer said. He coughed, and spit on the ground.
Turning my head toward Kyle while keeping my eye on the uniform, I asked, “I’m not married to this place, are you?”
He shook his head no.
“Okay,” I said trying to sound calm, “we’ll leave. We don’t want any trouble. Besides, we were just passing through trying to catch a cell tower signal anyway.”
The cops eased up a bit, still not dropping their weapons.
“Listen, we don’t want to overstay our welcome, but I have to ask; does anybody have reception?”
“No sir. The cell towers are all dead.”
The two officers glanced at each other, as if deciding what to do next. One nodded and then they looked back at us.
“The land lines work though.” My heart suddenly lurched.
With all the technology our modern world had created, it was the one developed in the 1800’s that wound up being the only thing still working when everything else failed. As it turned out, landline telephones plugged directly into a phone outlet that required very little power. Most of the telephone companies had huge generators and battery backups that ran for weeks before going down.
I was pissed at myself for not thinking of it.
Cautiously stepping down into the grass with my arms raised, I dropped my hammer onto the grass. Pleading my case, I explained that we just needed to make a few phone calls, and that we’d get the hell out of there right away. Just a few phone calls, one being to my pregnant wife.
The officers looked at each other, then back toward us once again. They let me squirm there on the grass for a moment, before one of them
I started the Hummer, wincing at the noise, and guided it up the hilltop.
I pulled my cell phone off the dashboard, and felt my stomach drop , noticing that there were still no bars as we topped the hill.
The neighborhood was filled with multi-million dollar mansions. I only caught part of what Kyle was saying, something about the top one percent of the one percent living here , when he stopped in mid-sentence.
“Get the fuck out of here!” Kyle said, shifting his body down and over to get a better view of the side view mirror.
I spun around to see a police car behind us. We were getting the full flashing lights treatment. I kept driving.
“Pull over!” came over a loud speaker.
“Is it possible that this community still has people?” I asked, feeling my heart thudding.
“I guess if there is still power. I don’t know...maybe,” Kyle replied. Michael popped his head up, and looked back.
“There is no way these guys are on the level,” he panted.
“Pull over !” We heard it once again from the cop car. We didn’t know quite what to do.
“Cops or not, they’re probably calling every zombie in the area towards us,” I said , hearing my own voice raise noticeably. Kyle held up his hands; he wasn’t sure what the hell to do either.
I pulled into the driveway of one of the mansions on our right. It circled around, and I drove all the way through to face the cop car blocking the exit. With a clear line of sight on the car, we could still get by on the grass if we needed to.
Two men stepped out. They were both clean shaven, and dressed in blue officer uniforms. Handguns drawn, they approached the Hummer. Kyle and I had opened the doors but wouldn’t step down. No way were we just sitting there waiting for them to walk up with guns blazing.
“Put your hands up where we can see them and throw any weapons down to the grass!” one of the cops screamed.
“Is there a problem officer?” Kyle asked, as nonchalant as possible.
“This town is in lock down. No outside visitors. We’re here to escort you out,” the officer replied.
“Lock –down? What do you mean lock –down?” I questioned in bewilderment.
“It means you need to leave immediately, before we’re forced to take more drastic action,” the other officer said. He coughed, and spit on the ground.
Turning my head toward Kyle while keeping my eye on the uniform, I asked, “I’m not married to this place, are you?”
He shook his head no.
“Okay,” I said trying to sound calm, “we’ll leave. We don’t want any trouble. Besides, we were just passing through trying to catch a cell tower signal anyway.”
The cops eased up a bit, still not dropping their weapons.
“Listen, we don’t want to overstay our welcome, but I have to ask; does anybody have reception?”
“No sir. The cell towers are all dead.”
The two officers glanced at each other, as if deciding what to do next. One nodded and then they looked back at us.
“The land lines work though.” My heart suddenly lurched.
With all the technology our modern world had created, it was the one developed in the 1800’s that wound up being the only thing still working when everything else failed. As it turned out, landline telephones plugged directly into a phone outlet that required very little power. Most of the telephone companies had huge generators and battery backups that ran for weeks before going down.
I was pissed at myself for not thinking of it.
Cautiously stepping down into the grass with my arms raised, I dropped my hammer onto the grass. Pleading my case, I explained that we just needed to make a few phone calls, and that we’d get the hell out of there right away. Just a few phone calls, one being to my pregnant wife.
The officers looked at each other, then back toward us once again. They let me squirm there on the grass for a moment, before one of them
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