Lazy Bones Part 4 Take 1
“What’s the shelter going to have that I don’t have here?” Greg asked.
“I’ve got everything I need, EVERYTHING.” Greg said sipping a cola from a straw.
“Is this all yours? Like you bought everything here?” Stephen wondered.
“ No. Did you buy that ridiculous outfit?” Greg retorted.
“I ain’t stealing it. I am going to return all of it, once things go back to normal. It just has to get back to normal.” Stephen explained.
“If it get’s back to normal again. The news broadcasts stopped playing a few days ago. The emergency broadcast system only chirps once a day now. When this all started the damn thing wouldn’t shut up! I shot it and went outside. That’s when I saw I was abandoned. No one in my complex tried to help me. They all just left. No one checked on me or even knew I existed.” Greg grimly reported.
“Didn’t matter I had been prepping for this day for a while. I grabbed my bug out bag and ended up in this Taco Bell.”
“So all these guns, and stuff are from your bug out bag?” Stephen asked.
“Of course, you’ve got to be prepared. I need all of it!” Greg described the stash of munitions and supplies for one man.
“One guy needs thirteen different guns?” Stephen quizzed.
“Two for everyday of the week, except for the Lord’s day. That’s when I hold Gabriel.” Greg lifted his coat and revealed a Nickle plated forty five caliber engraved with scriptures pistol.
“That’s a beauty!” Stephen’s eyes lit up.
“But what’s more dangerous. One guy with thirteen guns, or thirteen guys with one gun each?” Stephen added.
“What’s your point?” Greg bluntly said.
“Well maybe we could, team up? Or like I don’t I could borrow a gun for a little bit?” Stephen revealed his bargain.
“Did you get your water? Yes, I think it is time you leave!” Greg’s demeanor went ice cold.
“Oh jeez! I didn’t mean no offense by it. What about the other solar flares? It’s the end of the world and you wanna be alone?” Stephen pleaded.
“It’s the end of the world, and you are alone too. Let’s keep it that way.” Greg revved the tiny electric motor of his scooter pushing Stephen towards the door.
“Alright, fine. I am leaving!” Stephen grumbled. as he walked out the way he came.
The darkness from inside the barricaded taco bell diminished when Stephen open the door to the outside world. The sun was high and it was near mid day. Nature was the loudest production of sound until, the low rumble of v8 motor echoed across the lonely streets.
When Greg heard that he instantly went for his rifles and shut the door behind Stephen.
“What if they are good guys?” Stephen questioned as he pounded on the door to get back in.
“Good people, are smart people and they all left us. I take no chances.” Greg answered.
A jet black Pontiac firebird chugged down the asphalt till it came to a stop at a gas station.
“Damn! Just out of range! Stephen see if you can lure them in!” Greg commanded from a slit in the window, his rifle barrel sliding from side to side.
“Why should I lure them in?” Stephen replied.
“Aren’t you tired of walking? That may be the only car that still runs!” Greg explained.
“I am not going to ‘lure’ them in. I am just gonna ask if I can get a ride.” Stephen spoke as he got up using air quotes.
His mismatched wardrobe made a silly sound as he walked closer to the gas station.
“Hello! My name is Stephen, and I would like a favor.” Stephen spoke aloud walking towards the car.
The car door popped open, and from the dark tinted windows, a flawless leg touched the ground. Out came a woman. It seemed that with the way the sun shone down upon her ivory skin, her hair could shine two different colors, either jet black or fire red. The black metal band shirt she wore complimented the cut up jean shorts. Hiding her figure, yet all the while making any heterosexual man or homosexual woman curious of what her body would be like in the nude.
She was in a hurry and started rapidly smashing the buttons on the gas pump.
“God fucking damn it!’ She yelled before she slammed the door and sped off.
Stephen looked at the license plate of the speeding muscle car.
“Lana”
