Endings: Dystopian Post Apocalyptic Zombie Thriller (Parables From The Apocalypse Book 1) by Norman Christof Page A
Authors: Norman Christof
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they?"
Standing quickly from his communication station and saluting, Jones replied, "Sorry sir, I don't know. They weren't there when I entered an hour ago."
Chaz returned the salute. "Jesus, anyone could walk in here. We need to maintain some semblance of order. Go find out who the hell is supposed to be here, and get their ass in here."
"Yes, sir. But there's one thing, sir; you should hear this first. A communication we just received."
"From Atlanta? Have they finally decided to send us reinforcements?"
"No, sir, Command in Atlanta haven't responded. And I don't think they will."
Chaz eased into a seat. "Go ahead, Private, spit it out. No need to add to the camp drama."
"The message was from Central Command in Washington, sir. They've fallen. The Pentagon is destroyed. There were multiple explosions and the whole place lies in ruin. The White House is burning, and fire crews are struggling to get it under control. There were no survivors reported from either location. The message was transmitted from an undisclosed location in Washington. It wasn't one of our verified transmitter locations, but it followed all communication protocols. The transmitted security codes are valid. I believe the message is authentic."
Chaz stared at his hands. "Any other news about Atlanta or the other command posts?"
"No, sir, it was short. Just about the Pentagon and the White House."
"OK, fine. That's all."
"Yes, sir. I'll go find out who's supposed to be on guard duty."
"Don't bother. It doesn't matter."
"Sir?"
Chaz raised his head and stared silently for a moment at the private. "I said it doesn't matter. Go on, get outta here."
"Yes, sir."
Chaz got out of his chair.
"Actually, one more thing, Private."
"Sir?"
"Pass the word. Let everyone know what you just told me."
"Just that message? Nothing else?"
"That's it, Private. There's nothing else to say."
We Lost
It didn't take long. Chaz could hear the chatter of the enlisted outside the command tent, but no one entered. Why would they? Chaz was left alone with his thoughts. He drifted back to the first zombie war. He'd enlisted near the end of the first war. He'd had few other options. Job opportunities weren't that great; no one advertised for college dropouts in the local papers. College life wasn't tough, Chaz was just bored. He was looking for adventure, and where better to look than the army? He found adventure alright. It didn't take long for the second zombie war to kick off, and Chaz was back in the fray. Killing freaks, and eventually commanding those that killed freaks, was a perfect fit for an angry, bored young man.
Abby had changed all that. She was enlisted too, but for different reasons. The army was a means to an end for her. A better life through education, which her family couldn't afford. When the second war ended, they both decided they were done with the army. Abby's dream of a better life was just around the corner. The time between wars didn't last long enough for Abby. Her dreams started to slip away. Chaz began to realize her dreams weren't his dreams. Only one of them was suited for family life, and it wasn't the one who signed up for the third zombie war. She refused to go, and he refused to stay. It was the beginning of their end. The real war and fighting became a harsh reflection of the war and fighting in their family life.
The third war was coming to an end. Chaz could see that. And this time, for the first time, he wouldn't be on the winning side. Where else to go? What else to do? Probably too late to say he was sorry, but he could at least say a real goodbye. Never had the chance to do that before, so at least that would be something.
Chaz checked his sidearm. The clip was full. He exited the tent on his way to the motor pool. He knew there'd be at least one Jeep gassed up and ready to go.
Standing quickly from his communication station and saluting, Jones replied, "Sorry sir, I don't know. They weren't there when I entered an hour ago."
Chaz returned the salute. "Jesus, anyone could walk in here. We need to maintain some semblance of order. Go find out who the hell is supposed to be here, and get their ass in here."
"Yes, sir. But there's one thing, sir; you should hear this first. A communication we just received."
"From Atlanta? Have they finally decided to send us reinforcements?"
"No, sir, Command in Atlanta haven't responded. And I don't think they will."
Chaz eased into a seat. "Go ahead, Private, spit it out. No need to add to the camp drama."
"The message was from Central Command in Washington, sir. They've fallen. The Pentagon is destroyed. There were multiple explosions and the whole place lies in ruin. The White House is burning, and fire crews are struggling to get it under control. There were no survivors reported from either location. The message was transmitted from an undisclosed location in Washington. It wasn't one of our verified transmitter locations, but it followed all communication protocols. The transmitted security codes are valid. I believe the message is authentic."
Chaz stared at his hands. "Any other news about Atlanta or the other command posts?"
"No, sir, it was short. Just about the Pentagon and the White House."
"OK, fine. That's all."
"Yes, sir. I'll go find out who's supposed to be on guard duty."
"Don't bother. It doesn't matter."
"Sir?"
Chaz raised his head and stared silently for a moment at the private. "I said it doesn't matter. Go on, get outta here."
"Yes, sir."
Chaz got out of his chair.
"Actually, one more thing, Private."
"Sir?"
"Pass the word. Let everyone know what you just told me."
"Just that message? Nothing else?"
"That's it, Private. There's nothing else to say."
We Lost
It didn't take long. Chaz could hear the chatter of the enlisted outside the command tent, but no one entered. Why would they? Chaz was left alone with his thoughts. He drifted back to the first zombie war. He'd enlisted near the end of the first war. He'd had few other options. Job opportunities weren't that great; no one advertised for college dropouts in the local papers. College life wasn't tough, Chaz was just bored. He was looking for adventure, and where better to look than the army? He found adventure alright. It didn't take long for the second zombie war to kick off, and Chaz was back in the fray. Killing freaks, and eventually commanding those that killed freaks, was a perfect fit for an angry, bored young man.
Abby had changed all that. She was enlisted too, but for different reasons. The army was a means to an end for her. A better life through education, which her family couldn't afford. When the second war ended, they both decided they were done with the army. Abby's dream of a better life was just around the corner. The time between wars didn't last long enough for Abby. Her dreams started to slip away. Chaz began to realize her dreams weren't his dreams. Only one of them was suited for family life, and it wasn't the one who signed up for the third zombie war. She refused to go, and he refused to stay. It was the beginning of their end. The real war and fighting became a harsh reflection of the war and fighting in their family life.
The third war was coming to an end. Chaz could see that. And this time, for the first time, he wouldn't be on the winning side. Where else to go? What else to do? Probably too late to say he was sorry, but he could at least say a real goodbye. Never had the chance to do that before, so at least that would be something.
Chaz checked his sidearm. The clip was full. He exited the tent on his way to the motor pool. He knew there'd be at least one Jeep gassed up and ready to go.
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