also brought to mind that he had no closure with his once and former wife.
He considered for the next hour or more, how they met, how she seemed to do everything in her power to make him happy, and the complete and utter love with which she showered him. She was always willing to do what he wanted to do, even though the only reason she did it at all was to make him happy. She always put everyone’s needs above her own. It was the reason he loved her and the reason that she would make an excellent mother to their child.
Now they were gone, taken from him in an instant, leaving him to fend for himself in this terribly cold and violent world.
Perhaps she sent Olivia to him for companionship, he considered for a moment. The irrationality of that thought again brought him to a sincere laugh. Olivia was so different from Sara in so many ways. But, he had no idea what Olivia was like before the world became…this. Perhaps she was very different. He believed that she only sought the same thing he craved in this world: companionship.
He wasn’t even sure if he believed in a higher being anymore, not after what was taken from him. He angrily renounced any beliefs he had that fateful day when Sara died. He also questioned the existence of a supreme being after seeing what happened to these innocent people. Ultimately, he knew deep down, that it was humanity’s fault that this plague occurred. He was unsure of the details, but he knew it was man-made.
Alex was always a believer in karma. He believed that if you did good things, good things would happen to you…eventually. He stared out at the water and chuckled again. “I’m alive and surviving. I guess you can consider that ‘good’,” he mentioned absently to the air as he stared skyward. He decided at that point that moving forward was exactly what Sara would want for him. She would always encourage him to do the right thing and never quit. And so, he decided that, to honor her memory, he would never quit on himself or anyone else from then on.
He reeled in the line and had another fish there. He was thankful to have even caught one, let alone a second. In that moment again, he believed that Sara had sent him this blessing and that she was looking down on him, favoring him.
But, before he could finish removing the fish from the line, he heard a groan followed by the sound of something no living being could utter. He turned to see a handful of undead heading up the trail toward him. He quickly retrieved his shotgun and the duffle bag and then jumped on the bike.
His heart sank as he realized there were at least a half dozen of them. There was no way he could kill them all, and they were approaching quickly.
He pedaled away, leaving the tackle box, fishing pole, and his latest catch behind, but had managed to put the first trout safely away inside the duffle bag. He pedaled hard, barely outpacing them as the off-road bike sped off along the trail.
He pedaled furiously, riding in one direction, which he believed to be northerly, as he followed the riverbank. After what had to be miles of riding, and ultimately leaving the pursuing zombies behind, he came to a bluff overlooking more of the countryside.
What he saw next amazed him.
Below in the valley, he could see a mass of tents. Past those tents, in the distance, was a gated area with building and flags, decorated like a carnival or something.
Or a Renaissance Faire , he mused, scratching his beard. It made sense as he’d only recently read about that in the November newspaper.
He was more than intrigued by what he saw. Moreover, if the gates were intact and the place was home to the castle he’d read about in that newspaper, the idea of a true safe haven were a real possibility. He squinted to see, but was not certain if the castle was there or not. He certainly wanted to investigate the place and surrounding area. He spun about and in the distance below, he could see some zombies wandering about, but it seemed
He considered for the next hour or more, how they met, how she seemed to do everything in her power to make him happy, and the complete and utter love with which she showered him. She was always willing to do what he wanted to do, even though the only reason she did it at all was to make him happy. She always put everyone’s needs above her own. It was the reason he loved her and the reason that she would make an excellent mother to their child.
Now they were gone, taken from him in an instant, leaving him to fend for himself in this terribly cold and violent world.
Perhaps she sent Olivia to him for companionship, he considered for a moment. The irrationality of that thought again brought him to a sincere laugh. Olivia was so different from Sara in so many ways. But, he had no idea what Olivia was like before the world became…this. Perhaps she was very different. He believed that she only sought the same thing he craved in this world: companionship.
He wasn’t even sure if he believed in a higher being anymore, not after what was taken from him. He angrily renounced any beliefs he had that fateful day when Sara died. He also questioned the existence of a supreme being after seeing what happened to these innocent people. Ultimately, he knew deep down, that it was humanity’s fault that this plague occurred. He was unsure of the details, but he knew it was man-made.
Alex was always a believer in karma. He believed that if you did good things, good things would happen to you…eventually. He stared out at the water and chuckled again. “I’m alive and surviving. I guess you can consider that ‘good’,” he mentioned absently to the air as he stared skyward. He decided at that point that moving forward was exactly what Sara would want for him. She would always encourage him to do the right thing and never quit. And so, he decided that, to honor her memory, he would never quit on himself or anyone else from then on.
He reeled in the line and had another fish there. He was thankful to have even caught one, let alone a second. In that moment again, he believed that Sara had sent him this blessing and that she was looking down on him, favoring him.
But, before he could finish removing the fish from the line, he heard a groan followed by the sound of something no living being could utter. He turned to see a handful of undead heading up the trail toward him. He quickly retrieved his shotgun and the duffle bag and then jumped on the bike.
His heart sank as he realized there were at least a half dozen of them. There was no way he could kill them all, and they were approaching quickly.
He pedaled away, leaving the tackle box, fishing pole, and his latest catch behind, but had managed to put the first trout safely away inside the duffle bag. He pedaled hard, barely outpacing them as the off-road bike sped off along the trail.
He pedaled furiously, riding in one direction, which he believed to be northerly, as he followed the riverbank. After what had to be miles of riding, and ultimately leaving the pursuing zombies behind, he came to a bluff overlooking more of the countryside.
What he saw next amazed him.
Below in the valley, he could see a mass of tents. Past those tents, in the distance, was a gated area with building and flags, decorated like a carnival or something.
Or a Renaissance Faire , he mused, scratching his beard. It made sense as he’d only recently read about that in the November newspaper.
He was more than intrigued by what he saw. Moreover, if the gates were intact and the place was home to the castle he’d read about in that newspaper, the idea of a true safe haven were a real possibility. He squinted to see, but was not certain if the castle was there or not. He certainly wanted to investigate the place and surrounding area. He spun about and in the distance below, he could see some zombies wandering about, but it seemed
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