900 Miles (Book 2): 900 Minutes by S. Johnathan Davis Page A
Authors: S. Johnathan Davis
Tags: Zombies
Ads: Link
remember seeing was the Hulk standing above me with a syringe, still displaying that dumbfounded expression across his face.
I lay there on the ground for a moment, with my final thought on Tyler. I needed to get back to my son. He was all that mattered.
Then the world faded to black.
Chapter 11
Yo u’ ve got us here, Gordon. Now what are you going to do with us?
From his resting place on my shoulders, Tyler broke into the hysterical giggle that only an infant can pull off as I held his arms out in front of my head and galloped around the open field. The laugh of an infant is the only truly pure thing left in this life. The older we get, the more it seems like laughter is a socially expected response versus a true expression of joy. However, I could feel the innocence echoing from above my shoulders as I bucked up and down.
It was the best sound any father could ever hear.
The sun beat down on our backs, and the wind blew the restless trees back and forth, waving at us as I did what fathers do best. I made a fool of myself, and it was amazing.
Stopping for a moment, I looked across the neatly cut grass at a couple holding hands as they lazily walked along a sidewalk that circled a small, artificially created pond. A pump in the middle of the pool spit water high into the air, creating an almost calming white noise as it came splashing down.
Across the pond from Tyler and me, another father leaned down to show his little boy how to thread the hook with the fishing line of what looked like a Spider Man-themed fishing pole. The boy stood there, wide-eyed, absorbing every sage piece of advice. A father is like a benevolent God to a small child. Everything seems like magic.
Pulling Tyler from my shoulders, I set his feet down onto the grass and watched the blades stick up through his tiny toes. However, to my surprise, no longer was Tyler the seven-month-old infant. He was now a toddler and smiled at me with teeth so white the sun sparkled off of their shiny finish.
He continued to grow, and I watched as he took off into a sprint across the field, chasing a magnificent yellow butterfly. Sitting back on my elbow, one arm spread across the grass, I took a moment to enjoy the rays from the sun across my face. The fresh smell of spring was in the air. There was no death or pain, just my son, growing up before my eyes.
Glancing back toward Tyler, I watched as he cornered the butterfly on a giant tree in the middle of the field. My attention was pulled to my right toward a woman in a white dress, the skirt waving in the wind. She was wearing a round sun hat and appeared to be almost drifting across the grass. Her face remained hidden in the glare of the sun, but I felt her presence. With each floating step toward me, my wedding ring seemed to pulsate like a tiny, silent alarm.
I almost stood up in surprise when I saw those eyes. They stared at me, the sun gleaming through her short blond hair, projecting a sense of divine beauty. It was n’ t my wife. It was Clair e’ s eyes peering deep into my soul.
She was moving her lips, but I could n’ t hear her. Leaning forward, I still could n’ t hear her whispering voice. She leaned down closer, pulling herself just above me.
I could feel the ground starting to shake. The water fountain in the pond was getting louder, and my arms felt stuck to in the grass. My pulse started to quicken. Fear entered the back of my mind.
I tried to pull my shoulders up, but I was n’ t able to move. My mind started to race, and I frantically looked out toward where I last saw Tyler. I started to panic as I saw the butterfly smashed into the deep brown bark of the tree, with Tyler nowhere in sight.
Looking back up at Claire, her mouth was still moving. She was speaking into my left ear now.
“ Wake up ,” she whispered.
“ Wake up !” she screame d …
Jerking awake, I blinked twice before seeing wires and gauges sticking out of a metal wall. There was a
I lay there on the ground for a moment, with my final thought on Tyler. I needed to get back to my son. He was all that mattered.
Then the world faded to black.
Chapter 11
Yo u’ ve got us here, Gordon. Now what are you going to do with us?
From his resting place on my shoulders, Tyler broke into the hysterical giggle that only an infant can pull off as I held his arms out in front of my head and galloped around the open field. The laugh of an infant is the only truly pure thing left in this life. The older we get, the more it seems like laughter is a socially expected response versus a true expression of joy. However, I could feel the innocence echoing from above my shoulders as I bucked up and down.
It was the best sound any father could ever hear.
The sun beat down on our backs, and the wind blew the restless trees back and forth, waving at us as I did what fathers do best. I made a fool of myself, and it was amazing.
Stopping for a moment, I looked across the neatly cut grass at a couple holding hands as they lazily walked along a sidewalk that circled a small, artificially created pond. A pump in the middle of the pool spit water high into the air, creating an almost calming white noise as it came splashing down.
Across the pond from Tyler and me, another father leaned down to show his little boy how to thread the hook with the fishing line of what looked like a Spider Man-themed fishing pole. The boy stood there, wide-eyed, absorbing every sage piece of advice. A father is like a benevolent God to a small child. Everything seems like magic.
Pulling Tyler from my shoulders, I set his feet down onto the grass and watched the blades stick up through his tiny toes. However, to my surprise, no longer was Tyler the seven-month-old infant. He was now a toddler and smiled at me with teeth so white the sun sparkled off of their shiny finish.
He continued to grow, and I watched as he took off into a sprint across the field, chasing a magnificent yellow butterfly. Sitting back on my elbow, one arm spread across the grass, I took a moment to enjoy the rays from the sun across my face. The fresh smell of spring was in the air. There was no death or pain, just my son, growing up before my eyes.
Glancing back toward Tyler, I watched as he cornered the butterfly on a giant tree in the middle of the field. My attention was pulled to my right toward a woman in a white dress, the skirt waving in the wind. She was wearing a round sun hat and appeared to be almost drifting across the grass. Her face remained hidden in the glare of the sun, but I felt her presence. With each floating step toward me, my wedding ring seemed to pulsate like a tiny, silent alarm.
I almost stood up in surprise when I saw those eyes. They stared at me, the sun gleaming through her short blond hair, projecting a sense of divine beauty. It was n’ t my wife. It was Clair e’ s eyes peering deep into my soul.
She was moving her lips, but I could n’ t hear her. Leaning forward, I still could n’ t hear her whispering voice. She leaned down closer, pulling herself just above me.
I could feel the ground starting to shake. The water fountain in the pond was getting louder, and my arms felt stuck to in the grass. My pulse started to quicken. Fear entered the back of my mind.
I tried to pull my shoulders up, but I was n’ t able to move. My mind started to race, and I frantically looked out toward where I last saw Tyler. I started to panic as I saw the butterfly smashed into the deep brown bark of the tree, with Tyler nowhere in sight.
Looking back up at Claire, her mouth was still moving. She was speaking into my left ear now.
“ Wake up ,” she whispered.
“ Wake up !” she screame d …
Jerking awake, I blinked twice before seeing wires and gauges sticking out of a metal wall. There was a
Similar Books
