what. Anyway, the point is that they had a power generator running at the time. Thing was the size of an engine. Maybe it’s there right now. If I can get to it, and if I can bring it back, I might able to power up the console.
I’m leaving my tape recorder here, in case I don’t come back. San Fran was crawling with infected the last time I left. I don’t see any right now, but that could just mean that they’re hiding.
Christ have they gotten good at hiding.
Anyway, I’ll be back in twenty minutes. Wish me luck.
12:58 PM
Linus drove his truck to the nearby construction site. The billboards and posters, which were usually replaced each week on a normal day, now hadn't changed in the long four months since he’d been away. George Clooney, Brad Pitt, and Matt Damon were still on the sides of buses promoting Ocean’s Eleven, which came out on December last year. Another movie, The Lord of The Rings, with Elijah Woods’ face half-cast in shadow, holding a golden ring in the palm of his hand. Other than that, most of San Francisco advertised (as it always had) the same department stores that were located not two blocks away from any given street.
A French chocolate shop nearby made him think of cherry cordials; Kerry’s favorites. He tried to imagine what he would have said to her if they ever met again. It was hard not knowing where she was, and yet seeing her in everything around him. Department stores, outdoor trinket shops, and antiques dealerships. No matter which way he looked, there was always something to remind him of her.
The San Francisco roads were small, and Linus had to compensate for the unreliable steering on his truck by keeping his speed excessively low. Nevertheless, he arrived at Powell much sooner than he'd expected. And much to his satisfaction, all was as it was on the day he left.
The power generator was still there. He could see it on the sidewalk lying next to the orange cones surrounding the open sewer cap.
Cautious as always, Linus looked at every which direction he could before closing in. He parked vertically on the sidewalk so that the cargo end was as close to the generator as it could be without touching the curb. He stepped out, left the door wide open, and slowly opened the trunk. Again, the pull rope went up faster than was preferable. Only time would tell if anyone heard it.
The generator had hind wheels, which saved him the effort of having to carry the whole damn thing on his arms. After pulling the ramp out from under the truck, Linus wheeled the machine inside.
The plan went without a hitch. The only problem now was the fact that the power button on the machine was on, which meant that it had been left on for over four months straight. Not surprisingly it was out of fuel. Fortunately, the truck he was driving wasn’t.
He brought the generator back to the KTLU building, and aligned the fuel cap with that of the truck’s.
Now all he needed was a pipe.
Linus searched the radio station. One of the office rooms had a fish tank. The water was rotten brown, and if there were any fish inside, he couldn’t see them now.
The tank was rested atop a cherry wood commode. Inside its drawers, Linus saw amongst other things, packets of guppy food, a water conditioner, and a cleaning tube for the tank.
The tube was a little small, but Linus was in a hurry to get this done. He took the tube outside, where he connected one end to the truck, and the other a few inches from his lips.
“ Goddamn it,” he cursed out loud, and breathed in a few times before blowing in. It worked, but not without leaving the bitter taste of gasoline in his mouth. Linus spat and spat until all that came out was his own saliva.
Not enough. The taste was still there, and he needed to get it out.
Linus chowed down on a few buttermilk biscuits that he brought with him from his stay back in Costco. It didn’t completely do away with the taste, or for that matter the toxic smell. But after a
I’m leaving my tape recorder here, in case I don’t come back. San Fran was crawling with infected the last time I left. I don’t see any right now, but that could just mean that they’re hiding.
Christ have they gotten good at hiding.
Anyway, I’ll be back in twenty minutes. Wish me luck.
12:58 PM
Linus drove his truck to the nearby construction site. The billboards and posters, which were usually replaced each week on a normal day, now hadn't changed in the long four months since he’d been away. George Clooney, Brad Pitt, and Matt Damon were still on the sides of buses promoting Ocean’s Eleven, which came out on December last year. Another movie, The Lord of The Rings, with Elijah Woods’ face half-cast in shadow, holding a golden ring in the palm of his hand. Other than that, most of San Francisco advertised (as it always had) the same department stores that were located not two blocks away from any given street.
A French chocolate shop nearby made him think of cherry cordials; Kerry’s favorites. He tried to imagine what he would have said to her if they ever met again. It was hard not knowing where she was, and yet seeing her in everything around him. Department stores, outdoor trinket shops, and antiques dealerships. No matter which way he looked, there was always something to remind him of her.
The San Francisco roads were small, and Linus had to compensate for the unreliable steering on his truck by keeping his speed excessively low. Nevertheless, he arrived at Powell much sooner than he'd expected. And much to his satisfaction, all was as it was on the day he left.
The power generator was still there. He could see it on the sidewalk lying next to the orange cones surrounding the open sewer cap.
Cautious as always, Linus looked at every which direction he could before closing in. He parked vertically on the sidewalk so that the cargo end was as close to the generator as it could be without touching the curb. He stepped out, left the door wide open, and slowly opened the trunk. Again, the pull rope went up faster than was preferable. Only time would tell if anyone heard it.
The generator had hind wheels, which saved him the effort of having to carry the whole damn thing on his arms. After pulling the ramp out from under the truck, Linus wheeled the machine inside.
The plan went without a hitch. The only problem now was the fact that the power button on the machine was on, which meant that it had been left on for over four months straight. Not surprisingly it was out of fuel. Fortunately, the truck he was driving wasn’t.
He brought the generator back to the KTLU building, and aligned the fuel cap with that of the truck’s.
Now all he needed was a pipe.
Linus searched the radio station. One of the office rooms had a fish tank. The water was rotten brown, and if there were any fish inside, he couldn’t see them now.
The tank was rested atop a cherry wood commode. Inside its drawers, Linus saw amongst other things, packets of guppy food, a water conditioner, and a cleaning tube for the tank.
The tube was a little small, but Linus was in a hurry to get this done. He took the tube outside, where he connected one end to the truck, and the other a few inches from his lips.
“ Goddamn it,” he cursed out loud, and breathed in a few times before blowing in. It worked, but not without leaving the bitter taste of gasoline in his mouth. Linus spat and spat until all that came out was his own saliva.
Not enough. The taste was still there, and he needed to get it out.
Linus chowed down on a few buttermilk biscuits that he brought with him from his stay back in Costco. It didn’t completely do away with the taste, or for that matter the toxic smell. But after a
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