wrong, I was happy to have a whore’s-bath from a washtub when there was no other option, but baby, I have dreamed about a nice, hot bath!”
Jango made a mental note to remember the term “whore’s-bath .” “Um, I don’t know if you will get a bath,” he said. “These things usually just have a little shower. But we can go check,” he added.
He led the way toward the front of the trailer, and to the door of the restroom. They both looked into the surprisingly large bathroom, and immediately saw that it included a full-sized Jacuzzi!
They both stared at the large hot tub in silence for several moments as they each thought about how much the world had changed in such a short time.
“I never would have thought that a hot tub would be such a big deal,” Jango said softly. “I mean, back before the Z-Virus hit, that is.” Then he added, “That lousy, stinking Z-Virus, I wonder where that shit came from.”
“You don’t know?” Vanessa asked incredulously.
Jango was taken aback. “You know where it came from?” He asked her. “Do you really know?”
“I thought everybody knew. It was on the news, on the internet, and even in the newspapers ,” Vanessa said in a gentle tone. “It was Mosnato, that huge corporation that owned most of the seeds in the world.”
Jango nodded slowly . He had a feeling that he knew what she was about to say. He knew about Mosnato and their mad rush to genetically modify all of the staple foods in the world.
Vanessa continued, “So Mo snato decided at some point that it would be a good idea to insert animal DNA into our produce, our fruits, and vegetables. They started getting larger fruits and better yields for crops, but it just wasn’t enough for them.” She paused for a moment. “Nope, it just wasn’t enough for those greedy bastards. They had to take it even further. They started to insert human DNA into some root-vegetables like yams, potatoes, and carrots. How the hell did we not know?” She yelled.
Vanessa took a deep breath, and then went on in a lower voice. “The vegetables even started to look like body parts, but we didn’t notice. The damn yams had things that looked like veins, for God’s sake! Well, pretty soon their genetic modifications gave birth to a virus that wasn’t even detectable at the time, and it was spread to people by the root vegetables. The first strain of the, what did you call it? Oh yeah, the Z-Virus. Anyway, the first strain of it had a two-week incubation period, so that shit was spread all over the globe by the time the first zombie popped up. Then it somehow went airborne, and the incubation time got shorter and shorter.” She looked at Jango, and asked, “How do you not know all of this?”
Jango took a deep breath, and decided that it didn’t matter anymore, and that he could tell her a little bit of his story. “Come on, let’s sit down, and I’ll tell you a tale,” he said in a somber tone. Vanessa let him lead her to the king-size bed that took up the front of the trailer, and they sat down on the edge of the mattress.
Jango set his shotgun on the bed beside him, and held his stick with both hands as he began to tell her how he had come to be in Prescott when the Zombie Apocalypse had first started.
“I lived in Phoenix for most of my life, and it just seemed to suit me. Nasty air, people pissed off because it’s over a hundred degrees in the shade, and the anonymity that comes with living in a city composed of people on the move. Functional transients; that pretty much says it all.” Jango toyed with his stick as he wondered how much he should tell her.
“So I lived in the city, and I started to lose my ability to see any good in the people around me. I was, I mean, I had a tough time as a kid, and I never really trusted anyone, but this was different.” Jango took a deep breath, and then blurted out, “I started hunting people! I mean, not people. I hunted humans. ” He said the word “humans”
Jango made a mental note to remember the term “whore’s-bath .” “Um, I don’t know if you will get a bath,” he said. “These things usually just have a little shower. But we can go check,” he added.
He led the way toward the front of the trailer, and to the door of the restroom. They both looked into the surprisingly large bathroom, and immediately saw that it included a full-sized Jacuzzi!
They both stared at the large hot tub in silence for several moments as they each thought about how much the world had changed in such a short time.
“I never would have thought that a hot tub would be such a big deal,” Jango said softly. “I mean, back before the Z-Virus hit, that is.” Then he added, “That lousy, stinking Z-Virus, I wonder where that shit came from.”
“You don’t know?” Vanessa asked incredulously.
Jango was taken aback. “You know where it came from?” He asked her. “Do you really know?”
“I thought everybody knew. It was on the news, on the internet, and even in the newspapers ,” Vanessa said in a gentle tone. “It was Mosnato, that huge corporation that owned most of the seeds in the world.”
Jango nodded slowly . He had a feeling that he knew what she was about to say. He knew about Mosnato and their mad rush to genetically modify all of the staple foods in the world.
Vanessa continued, “So Mo snato decided at some point that it would be a good idea to insert animal DNA into our produce, our fruits, and vegetables. They started getting larger fruits and better yields for crops, but it just wasn’t enough for them.” She paused for a moment. “Nope, it just wasn’t enough for those greedy bastards. They had to take it even further. They started to insert human DNA into some root-vegetables like yams, potatoes, and carrots. How the hell did we not know?” She yelled.
Vanessa took a deep breath, and then went on in a lower voice. “The vegetables even started to look like body parts, but we didn’t notice. The damn yams had things that looked like veins, for God’s sake! Well, pretty soon their genetic modifications gave birth to a virus that wasn’t even detectable at the time, and it was spread to people by the root vegetables. The first strain of the, what did you call it? Oh yeah, the Z-Virus. Anyway, the first strain of it had a two-week incubation period, so that shit was spread all over the globe by the time the first zombie popped up. Then it somehow went airborne, and the incubation time got shorter and shorter.” She looked at Jango, and asked, “How do you not know all of this?”
Jango took a deep breath, and decided that it didn’t matter anymore, and that he could tell her a little bit of his story. “Come on, let’s sit down, and I’ll tell you a tale,” he said in a somber tone. Vanessa let him lead her to the king-size bed that took up the front of the trailer, and they sat down on the edge of the mattress.
Jango set his shotgun on the bed beside him, and held his stick with both hands as he began to tell her how he had come to be in Prescott when the Zombie Apocalypse had first started.
“I lived in Phoenix for most of my life, and it just seemed to suit me. Nasty air, people pissed off because it’s over a hundred degrees in the shade, and the anonymity that comes with living in a city composed of people on the move. Functional transients; that pretty much says it all.” Jango toyed with his stick as he wondered how much he should tell her.
“So I lived in the city, and I started to lose my ability to see any good in the people around me. I was, I mean, I had a tough time as a kid, and I never really trusted anyone, but this was different.” Jango took a deep breath, and then blurted out, “I started hunting people! I mean, not people. I hunted humans. ” He said the word “humans”
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