door.
Peggy watched him flick off the safety, and she dove for the floor. The guard pulled the trigger and shot the pilot in the leg. The wound dropped the pilot who continued to slide on the floor for several feet.
"I had hoped we could be civilized about this," the Major said. "Restrain them both, I’m not going to take any other chances, and see to it that he gets that leg looked at."
Chapter Seven
Alison sat in the back seat of the black Mega Cab Dodge Ram that was safely inside a closed garage bay. Hours had passed as the group had listened to the radio. Eventually, everyone had fallen asleep except for Alison and Rex. He sat in the seat on her left directly behind the driver. While they were both awake, neither had said a word in hours. Alison spun her wedding ring on her finger; the activity kept her hands busy throughout the night. A teenaged girl, Brandi, slept on Alison's right shoulder; they had rescued her from the mall parking lot.
The radio continued to report on the spreading violence. The only safe zone in the area seemed to be the Butler County Airport.
"Unless we can get out of the region," Rex said, "we should head to the Airport at daybreak. I know it's South of us, but if we cut through the Western edge of Butler, it shouldn’t be too much of a problem. There is an old oil town a couple miles from the bridge they blew on Route 8. It has an old one-lane iron grate bridge that goes across the creek. The bridge is only a couple of miles from the back end of the airport."
"Do you think we can make it that far?" Alison said.
"I’d say we have better odds than if we stay here,” Rex said. “Besides, if we’re at an airport we have better chance of getting help. If not, we can always steal a plane and get the heck out of Dodge."
Would Mike be as calm as this guy, Alison wondered. Her mind kept coming back to her husband through out the night. She continued to play with her wedding ring as if playing with it might somehow produce the answers her mind sought.
Yes I love him, she thought, but I love the idea of him. He is not the same guy I met all those years ago. I’ve given him everything and he’s given me whatever is left over.
"Rex," Alison said. "What do you think is causing this?"
"Your guess would be as good as mine,” Rex said. “Hell, it could be those Mayan prophecies of 2012 coming true.”
"This is what the Mayans predicted?" Alison said.
"I don’t think anyone has a real clue about what the Mayans predicted anymore," Rex said. "When the Spanish conquered that part of the world they brought the inquisition with them. The Mayan’s civilization was pretty well collapsed on its own by that time, but they had a lot of written history to draw back on. The Catholics went on a book burning spree with most of the Mayan libraries and few survived."
"How do know all this?" Alison said.
"I did quite a bit of traveling down there through what was once the various Mayan States. I wonder how the Mayans are going to act when they hear about the dead walking here."
"There are still Mayans around?" Alison said. “I would have never guessed.”
"Yep," Rex said. "We call a lot of them Mexicans. The Yucatan is full of indigenous populations of them and while they are good Catholics on the surface, the old gods still exist to some. On the one trip, I had hired a guide to take me through an abandoned Mayan complex. On the way there, I saw some ruins on the side of the highway by an overpass. I asked what kind of ruins they were and who built them. The guide responded that they were in fact not ruins but were a shrine to a local spirit. I asked him to explain further because that didn’t make any sense to me. He explained that when they constructed the overpass they tore down ruins of an ancient shrine to an old god at the site. The bridge they built cracked and fell apart with in six months of completion. So they
Peggy watched him flick off the safety, and she dove for the floor. The guard pulled the trigger and shot the pilot in the leg. The wound dropped the pilot who continued to slide on the floor for several feet.
"I had hoped we could be civilized about this," the Major said. "Restrain them both, I’m not going to take any other chances, and see to it that he gets that leg looked at."
Chapter Seven
Alison sat in the back seat of the black Mega Cab Dodge Ram that was safely inside a closed garage bay. Hours had passed as the group had listened to the radio. Eventually, everyone had fallen asleep except for Alison and Rex. He sat in the seat on her left directly behind the driver. While they were both awake, neither had said a word in hours. Alison spun her wedding ring on her finger; the activity kept her hands busy throughout the night. A teenaged girl, Brandi, slept on Alison's right shoulder; they had rescued her from the mall parking lot.
The radio continued to report on the spreading violence. The only safe zone in the area seemed to be the Butler County Airport.
"Unless we can get out of the region," Rex said, "we should head to the Airport at daybreak. I know it's South of us, but if we cut through the Western edge of Butler, it shouldn’t be too much of a problem. There is an old oil town a couple miles from the bridge they blew on Route 8. It has an old one-lane iron grate bridge that goes across the creek. The bridge is only a couple of miles from the back end of the airport."
"Do you think we can make it that far?" Alison said.
"I’d say we have better odds than if we stay here,” Rex said. “Besides, if we’re at an airport we have better chance of getting help. If not, we can always steal a plane and get the heck out of Dodge."
Would Mike be as calm as this guy, Alison wondered. Her mind kept coming back to her husband through out the night. She continued to play with her wedding ring as if playing with it might somehow produce the answers her mind sought.
Yes I love him, she thought, but I love the idea of him. He is not the same guy I met all those years ago. I’ve given him everything and he’s given me whatever is left over.
"Rex," Alison said. "What do you think is causing this?"
"Your guess would be as good as mine,” Rex said. “Hell, it could be those Mayan prophecies of 2012 coming true.”
"This is what the Mayans predicted?" Alison said.
"I don’t think anyone has a real clue about what the Mayans predicted anymore," Rex said. "When the Spanish conquered that part of the world they brought the inquisition with them. The Mayan’s civilization was pretty well collapsed on its own by that time, but they had a lot of written history to draw back on. The Catholics went on a book burning spree with most of the Mayan libraries and few survived."
"How do know all this?" Alison said.
"I did quite a bit of traveling down there through what was once the various Mayan States. I wonder how the Mayans are going to act when they hear about the dead walking here."
"There are still Mayans around?" Alison said. “I would have never guessed.”
"Yep," Rex said. "We call a lot of them Mexicans. The Yucatan is full of indigenous populations of them and while they are good Catholics on the surface, the old gods still exist to some. On the one trip, I had hired a guide to take me through an abandoned Mayan complex. On the way there, I saw some ruins on the side of the highway by an overpass. I asked what kind of ruins they were and who built them. The guide responded that they were in fact not ruins but were a shrine to a local spirit. I asked him to explain further because that didn’t make any sense to me. He explained that when they constructed the overpass they tore down ruins of an ancient shrine to an old god at the site. The bridge they built cracked and fell apart with in six months of completion. So they
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