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Scene Five: Lovely Rita
Topic Started: Oct 15 2009, 05:19 PM (1,239 Views)
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Tom & Ruben--Into Oblivion

“You’re the only other person I know, who’s a friend here, other then Zeke. It’s really pretty crappy if you check out on me.” Rubén said almost pleading.

Tom drifted in and out of consciousness, and caught this tidbit from Ruben in a moment of clarity. “Well… I’m a selfish… bastard, man. Ask… anyone. Ask… any fan of Blink—I’m the reason… the band’s over…” he was slurring his words, but Ruben could still understand him.

“Why did you do it?” Ruben said, his voice tight with emotion. “Why are you trying to kill yourself?”

Tom spoke, his eyes half-slitted and glazed. “God…. told me to, man. I swear… that the pill bottle… kept filling up, and so I just… kept taking them. I’m supposed …to go home now.”

“No, that’s….” Ruben said, frustrated. “You’re confusing things. Why would you survive the initial shitstorm only to go out like this? It doesn’t make sense!”

Tom smiled faintly. “Didn’t Zeke… say we had to go on… faith? You gotta believe?” Tom was silent for awhile, drifting back out of consciousness, before he finished his thought. “I did… what I was meant to do. I buried.. my family. I got the… music going again. End… of story. Good night, Tom DeLonge.”

“I don’t believe that, Tom. I won’t.”

“It’s all good, Ruby Ruby.” He took Ruben’s hand. “I’m sorry about…..your pants,” he said, referring to the incident in the radio station where he tried to unzip Ruben’s pants. “I wouldn’t have done it…..never done it….”

Ruben patted Tom’s hand. “And I wouldn’t have let you.”

Tom smiled at this, a sweet smile that looked peaceful. The lines of worry that had occupied his face since his family died faded away and vanished. He closed his eyes and just before he slipped into a coma, Ruben thought he heard Tom whisper that he was going home.
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Tom is not dead at the this point. He's just in a coma and will remain so until either a. bebeluv1 or myself bring him out of it or b. I kill him.

Sioux City group.... GET YOUR ASSES IN GEAR!

If you decided to leave the decision to me... this will be something that you will deeply regret. Someone take the horns and MOVE OUT.
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Sam diced up the bananas and Spread peanut butter on slices of white bread. Sam would have preferred giving the kids wheat, as it was healthier, but white was all there was and beggars certainly couldn't be choosers. There were probably plenty of places where a loaf could be gotten, but god knew what else was out there, and after being held up just inside of city limits, Sam was about as ready to leave the bus as a man stranded in the desert would be to leave an oasis.

Sam sprinkled some marshmallows on the slices of bread and then the banana slices. He tamped them together and dropped one on a plate. He handed them to the kids and then watched them over the counter. Lex said, between bites, "So how come you never visited us much, Grandpa?"

Sam sighed. He said, "Because your Grandpa was an old fool. Do you know what an old fool is?" Lex shook his head. Sam said, "Do you know what a silly is?" Lex nodded. Sam siad, "Well, that's what I was. A silly. But you don't have to worry about that anymore. Sam's not going to be a silly. He's going to be around for just as long as he can, okay?" Lex smiled and nodded. He said, "I wish mommy were here. She cuts the crusts off of my sammiches. You think mommy will be back from her adventure soon?"

Sam felt as though he'd been kicked in the stomach. The innocent words, coupled with Adam's outburst were playing with his emotions something fierce. He'd done nothing but been a pain to Willow until recently, now he had made things right just in time for her to be abducted by a group of people with who knew what intentions. They had sensed somehow that Domenica had been doing things that were "Special". But Sam felt that the group that had taken them were as far from doing God's work as Hitler had been.

Sam looked at the kids and said, "Are you okay to be left for a few minutes?" They nodded. Sam saw Cat looking out the window. Sam said, "Cat, I'm going to step outside for a few minutes. Can you keep an eye on the kids for a little bit?" Cat nodded, saying, "Least I can do." Sam stepped off the now defunct bus. Lt. Johnson and his troops were chatting amongst themselves. Sam wandered over to where the others had kept their vehicles. The horror of the situation crawled into Sam's stomach once again, and he struggled to push it away.

Sam was beginning to feel like an amatuer actor in a play that he was getting the pages too individually, rather than all at once in a script. It was making things very difficult to get into perspective. Of course, Job had to believe in God's will, and he had a heap of crap dumped on him, so at the moment, they weren't doing so bad. But it was still a kick to the face to them. And the longer they waited, the less likely it would be that Willow and Domenica would be seen again, unless they happened to make some sort of daring escape and made it to Ankeny.

Sam looked around, into the afternoon sun, at the ground. Something shiny attracted his eyes and Sam walked a little closer to it. He leaned down and touched it. Light green, almost neon. Still vaguely damp. Oily feeling. Sam brought his fingers to his nose and sniffed. He smiled darkly.

Antifreeze.

Sam looked off down the road and walked a little farther away. After about ten or fifteen feet, he found another drop. Sam knew cars. The Dodge Challenger (Which, unless California had branched off into a small island was now at the bottom of the ocean) was his vanity car, and he trusted no mechanic to work on it. All the vehicle maintinence he'd done on the vehicle himself. Sam found another dot and noticed that this one was just a little more dam then the last one.

Sam looked off in the distance, down the road. He said quietly, "You need to get that coolant leak fixed, otherwise your motor is going to freeze up on you, you miserable mother fuckers." Sam heard footsteps behind him. He turned and saw Johnson, eyeing him quizzically. Sam pointed at the drop and said, "Antifreeze. A vehicle that was driving on this road has a coolant leak. So, unless two separate cars have been driving on this same road within the last few hours, the leak is coming from one of the vehicles our newfound fiend Lovely Rita has comandeered."

Johnson said, "Okay...?" Sam said, "Unless the leak is major, which, based on the amount of coolant left behind, it's not, the vehicle can be driven for quite awhile before anyone notices there's a problem." Johnson said, "Keep going." Sam said, "So unless the vehicle breaks down, we've got a trail of breadcrumbs which will lead us right to those sons of bitches. But if we're going to take advantage of it, we need to do it fast, before a passing shower washes it away."

Johnson said, "We decided pursuing them was a bad idea. We decided..." Sam siad, "We decided a lot of things. That was before the assholes left us a path right to their doorstep. What's changed? Not a whole lot. But there's been a lot of talk about God's will, and God wants this, and God wants that...Maybe this is a sign from God. Maybe this is here TOO aid us in getting the others back."

Johnson pondered. He said, "We've got limited supplies." Sam said, "You're damn tooting. But we're in the middle of guns and ammo Iowa. There's got to be a gun store in Sioux City. Plus other supplies. The town is a gold mine, I'm sure. We can check it out. But anyway, this is the hunting capitol of the U.S. 95 percent of the people in Iowa carry guns. We could certainly find what we need here. Won't be a lot semi-automatic, or automatic, but still, firepower is firepower."

Sam sighed. He siad, "And we'd have to give some lessons. I know how to fire handguns, but I'd be lost with a machine gun. You could certainly offer some tips. This isn't like the movies, where everyone just picks up a gun and knows exactly how to shoot, but with some quick pointers, we could be loaded and armed for bear."

Johnson said, "But I don't think it's a good idea to go off after them. Even with vehicles, and guns, it's folly. A suicide mission." Sam said, "Maybe. Maybe not. But there's a psychological element to add into it. These raiders should have killed us. They didn't. They certainly didn't leave us well off, but they DID leave us alive. That's arrogance, plain and simple. These people obviously believe that they're better than us, and, by leaving us here, alive, they're not expecting that we're going to have the guts to come after them. So if we DID attack, they'd be taken by total surprise, in my opinion."

Before Johnson could shoot him down, Sam said, "And we don't all have to go after them. Adam wants to go, I'm sure. Alex does as well. I'd go, but I'm 53 and I'm not Clint Eastwood. Plus, if Adam goes, and something....Something goes wrong, I'll be the only family the kids have left. I'm sure if Adam does want to go, he'll want me to stay behind with the kids and keep an eye on them. So...Those that wanted to go on a rescue mission could, and the rest of us could either hang around nearby until they return, or go on towards Ankeny and wait for them to come....If they do come."

Johnson smiled. He said, "You ever think of being a lawyer?" Sam said, "I can't be a catholic and a lawyer. That would be like a hooker trying to be a nun. Impossible." Johnson laughed. Sam said, "I'm not playing hero. I don't want to be in charge, and whatever is decided, I'll go along with. I have no allusions that I'm more capable than you, or anyone else, at leading this party. But based on this new development, I think it deserves another vote, and for the opportunity for those who want to mount a rescue to have the opportunity."

Johnson said, "Mr. Barkley, I agree. Say, you know a lot about cooling systems and anti-freeze. Are you a mechanic?" Sam said, "I'm an electrician, by trade. But I had a collector Dodge Challenger that I treated like treasure, so I learned how to maintain and fix it." Johnson gestured towards the bus and the other vehicles. He said, "Think you can get them running again? It would save trying to get brand-new transport."

Sam said, "I can try. I make no promises. A car's engine is a lot different than a tour bus, but I can at least look them over and see if the problem ailing their engines is something I've encountered while working on my own car. You got any mechanics in your unit?" Johnson said, "Corporal McDermott is a bit of a sage. He might be able to help." Sam said, "Alright. I'll get the others out here while you make your speech."

Sam jogged towards the bus, for an odd moment wondering whose jeans these were. Adam was way to skinny, and these fit too well. Who else would be near his size and would have jeans in his son's closet? Sam shook the thought away and walked into the tour bus. Adam was standing just inside, a frown on his face. He said, "Thanks for taking the kids and leaving them." Sam said, "Not now, Adam." Adam said, "The fuck not now, I..." Sam grabbed Adam's shoulder in a grip that was like a vice. Adam winced.

Sam said, "NOT NOW. We might be able to find them." Adam said, "Who?" Sam said, "Willow. Domenica. We might be able to find them." Adam grabbed the front of Sam's T-shirt in his own iron grip. He said, "You better not be fucking with me, dad." Sam said,
"Come outside." Sam shouted over his shoulder, "Everyone on the bus! Come outside! We've got an announcement to make."

Sam and Adam stepped out, and were soon joined by the remainder of the bus, including the kids. Lex and Callie sat at he and Adam's feet, picking at the dirt. Lt. Johnson had assembled his men and they were all clustered around. Lt. Johnson said, "Mr. Barkley's powers of observation have given us one hell of a clue. One of the raiders vehicles has a...What was it?" Sam said, loudly, "A coolant leak." Johnson said, "Thanks." He looked back at the faces and said, "Anyway, it seems to be light, so there's a very good likelyhood that the leak will leave a spotted trail right to the raider's doorstep."

Adam looked at Sam, wide eyed. Sam nodded. Adam started getting misty eyed, the hope of being able to find his wife again obviously overwhelming. Johnson said, "It's not much, but it puts a new spin on our decision. We're still not heavily supplied, but Sam makes a good point. This is a big city, where there's a surplus of food, I'm sure, and at least one sporting goods or weapons shop. After we get guns, Myself, my men, or Mr. Barkley, who knows handguns, can give a how-to on how to use one the most effectively. We're also going to try to get the vehicles running again, as they're a lot more convenient than trying to get a new vehicle."

Johnson paused and looked around. He said, "So, at this point, we're thinking of splitting up. Those that want to go to go after the raiders are welcomed too. The rest who stay behind will continue on towards Ankeny. I'll give you some time to consider. Anyone who goes after the raiders has a good potential to be killed. But they also have the potential to be victorius." Sam said, "And God is on our side."

Johnson glanced at him, and smiled. He said, "That's absolutely right. God is on our side. Think it over, but don't take long. We need to get moving again. You've got 30 minutes." Johnson stepped away. Adam looked at Sam. Sam said, "You're right. We can't just leave without them. I just wish I could go with you, so I could do something heroic and make myself more of a catch for Domenica."

Adam said, "You're..." Sam said, "No. I'm staying with Lex and Callie. I knew you'd ask, so I'm saving you the trouble. And let's face it, I'm not in the type of condition to do what needs to be done. I'd only be a burden. All I can promise as that I'll take care of Lex and Callie as well as I can, for as long as I can. You have my word, before God." Adam started weeping. He wrapped his arms around Sam. Sam was weeping too. Adam said, "I love you dad."

Sam said, "I love you too son. More than you'll ever know. Now get after those fuckers and get our girls back."
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Zeke/Ruben - Passing Judgment


“Ruben?” Zeke asked walking over to him, his hands in his pockets. “I stopped by the school and was told you were here. What’s up?”

Ruben turned his head to look at Zeke from where he was standing at Tom’s beside, a dark look on his face. “Tom…”

Zeke let out a long sign as he looked down at Tom’s still form on the bed. His breathing was slow, regular, but he could see that there was something wrong, both physically and spiritually. “What happened? The pills?” He asked, not knowing for certain but considering that Tom had always had the bottle on him, it stood to reason.

“Yeah, can you believe it?” Ruben asked, his expression angry. “People have lost so much, and he survived… just to… do THIS. I mean,”

“You tried to kill yourself for a lot less,” Zeke said stepping forward and touching Tom’s cheek gently.

“Excuse me?” Ruben said, his voice a harsh whisper of shock hearing Zeke say that.

“He’s lost everything Ruben, his home, his family…”

“Other people have lost that too,”

“Well he’s not other people,” he replied brushing Tom’s hair from his forehead. “He’s only himself, and only he knows the trials that he’s been through. We all have our breaking point.”

“Zeke how can you condone this?” Ruben asked stunned. “I mean after what happened,”

“You tried to kill yourself out of shame,” Zeke said looking him in the eyes, his gaze not judgmental in the least. “Some would say that is a much poorer excuse than his.” He paused and the silence stretched between them for a moment. “Perhaps this was God’s plan for Tom… to just set up the station, get music back in our lives so that we feel hope. Perhaps there was more and the Devil won out, there’s no way of knowing. We all make our own choices. He made his, you made yours, and I make mine every day.”

“What, to kill yourself?”

Zeke shook his head. “No, for me that’s not an option. It never has been. More, choosing to continue with what I’m doing. It would be easier to just give up, but…” he shook his head “I refuse to do that. In the end, how do I know that I’m even doing His work? How do any of us know what’s right, what’s wrong… we can’t assume God’s will, we can’t assume what He wants.”

“What does this have anything to do with Tom trying to kill himself?” Ruben asked, folding his arms over his chest.

He sighed, watching Tom breathe for a moment. “I don’t have all the answers Ruben.”

“But,”

“There’s no but about it,” he replied. “For good or ill, he made his choice. It’s in His hands now.” He leaned down, kissing Tom’s forehead gently. It pained him to know that he’d done this, cut him deeply to think that someone could be that tormented that he felt the need to take his own life. However, at the same time he wasn’t one to judge. He didn’t know the ins and outs of Tom’s life, the things that he’d gone through, the trials he had faced. There were others of course that killed themselves every day out of sorrow without accomplishing anything as grand as getting the radio on the air. There were others that shot and killed their own spouses and children and then themselves to save them from such a bleak future as they now faced… and there were others, other that had hope. Others like himself.

He wasn’t one to judge. He couldn’t.

“In the end,” he said stepping away from the cot and looking at his lover “we will all stand before St. Peter and be judged on the merits and on the failures of our lives. We might not approve of the path a man chooses to take, but it’s his right to choose it.”

Ruben let out an angry sigh and folded his arms across his chest. “Do you have ANY idea how freaking… FRUSTRATING it is trying to talk to you sometimes.” He let out another sigh, this one more clipped as Zeke just smiled at him gently and he waved his finger at him, trying not to smile finding it difficult. “It’s a good thing you’re pretty.” Zeke laughed, an honest laugh that was kind on the ears. “How do you do that? How do you just… accept things like… like they’re nothing?”

Zeke thought for a moment before walking away from Tom’s bed, Ruben following him through the medical camp. “It’s not that it’s not nothing, it’s more that… it’s more than I can’t control what people do. I can’t control the choices that they make. All I can do is try to show them the path that I feel is the most fitting for their current choice.” He was silent as they walked for another few steps. “I don’t know, maybe it’s just that I feel like, it I’m going to pass judgment, really pass judgment on someone? Then I need to know everything that’s ever happened in their lives, understand what’s happened in their minds, and I would have to be… perfect maybe? Without flaw?”

Ruben shook his head looking at Zeke as they reached the road. Sometimes he just didn’t understand him in the least.

“I won’t pass judgment on Tom,” Zeke said “just like I won’t pass it on you for what you did.”

“What I did?”

“Did you or did you not tell me that you tried to kill yourself in your garage?” Zeke asked, looking at him and raising a quizzical eyebrow.

“That’s not the poi,”

“That is the point,” Zeke replied. “It’s just easier to be angry with him because it’s happening right now, because after all the death, the violence, the… devastation that we’ve seen that he could just, give up like that after having been spared but,” he shook his head. “If death is what he really wants, then I pray that it finds him swiftly, painlessly for he’s suffered enough all ready. That he be reunited with his family and his loved ones that didn’t make it.”

“And what if,” he asked “in this perfect little world of yours Zeke, he wasn’t done with everything that God wanted him to do?”

“God never closes a door without opening a window.” He replied sincerely and then laughed knowing full well how Ruben was looking at him. “I’m sorry, I just… I can’t help it.”

“No,” Ruben said finally unfolding his arms. “It’s okay. I just, I wish I had your faith. It would make things so much easier.”

Zeke just smiled, and slipped his hand into Ruben’s as they crossed the road together. “You just remember you said that later. There are hard choices to be made. I just pray that we all have the strength to do make them.”
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Johnson called his Guardsmen together for a group meeting, planning on doing what most commanding officers never do often; give his men a choice.

"Alright guys. There is now a wrinkle in our plans, and a decision to be made. Some of the other members of our group are reconsidering our plans and making talk about following a trail leading to Rita's gang."

"No way sir." Corporal Dixion stated, "We are completely underarmed for that kind of fight."

"Agreed sir. Sergeant Martinez and I have found next to nothing in our search." Private Jenner said.

"What have we found?" Johnson asked.

Jenner unzipped a dufflebag that was laying by his feet and dumped the contents onto the pavement. Two boxes of nine millimeter bullets came out along with a compact bow, accompinied by six arrows.

"Please tell me you found something that can shoot those rounds Jenner."

He shook his head. "Negative sir."

Johnson nodded. "And you're sure you checked all the gun stores, right?"

"Yeah. We checked both of them several times." Sergeant Martinez confirmed.

"Picked clean sir." Jenner said.

Johnson drew a deep breath and turned around swiftly, then swung his leg back and kicked the side of a red convertible, leaving a small dent. He slammed his palm violently on the hood and exhaled.

"Fuck!" He exclaimed and slammed his palm down again.

"Why are you bothering with this bullshit about trying to go after them Johnson?" Martinez asked, her voice losing it's rugged tone and sounding more femanine.

"I don't know what to do. I really don't. I feel that no matter what my decision is, it's going to fuck us in the long run. As much as I know attacking them is going to get us killed, but running to Iowa is going to get Dom and Willow killed." Johnson said.

Martinez walked over to him and leaned against the car beside him.

"Maybe going after those assholes isn't a job for the others. We are trained for shit like this. Sam and them aren't. We shouldn't let them go fight a battle they don't know how to fight."

"What are you saying Martinez, that we should go and leave the others behind?" Johnson asked.

"No. I'm saying it's a dumb ass idea to begin with. All six of us were armed with fully automatic M16 rifles. We got over powered without even being able to fire a shot." She responded, "Imagine the damage we could do throwing nine millimeter bullets and flinging six arrows at them. Come on Johnson, even you're not being rational about this."

"It seems a lot more rational then putting their lives on a damned vision! I can't just run while their doing who knows what to two women who did shit to them!" Johnson said.

"Alright, sir, cool the fuck down ok? In case you haven't noticed, you've pretty much declared yourself a major decision maker among the group. Their looking to you for the official word on what's going to happen here." Martinez said.

Johnson turned around and leaned against the car as well.

"Ok. You're right, I need to keep a clear head about his. I can't endanger the group's life attempting this suicide mission, but then again, I can't leave it to God's faith that Dominica and Willow will be fine." Johnson said.

Martinez stood up and brushed off her ACU pants. "I guess you think the idea of faith was pulled out of some nut job's ass, huh? Well sir, it came from somewhere. It works. Having faith actually works, believe it or not. Not even faith in religion, but faith in yourself and others. You know the right thing to do, sir. You don't need others to tell you what that is."

Martinez then left him frozen in thought, soaking in her words.

Maybe he did know what the right thing to do was.

Johnson stood up and was ready to announce his final decision. He scooped up the duffle bag from Jenner on his way and approached the group who was talking amongst themselves. He stood ontop of a wrecked car and cleared his throat.

"Ok everyone. I know I have been giving a lot of speeches and flip flopping the plan of action over and over, but I have come to my decision. Then again, my decision may not be you're decision, but please hear me out. I haven't been a very faithful man in my life. I have used logic and reason to get me this far and sure, I'm still alive during the end of the world. But all religion aside, I think we have been lacking faith in each other. We can all agree that before being kidnapped, Dominica has been acting oddly. She truly believes that Zeke in Ankeny Iowa is the solution to our problems. And you know what? I believe her. Why? Well because my rational mind has been brewing up images of what Zeke looks like, and sure enough, it matched a a very detailed drawing Dominica drew. My rational mind told me the best course of action is to pick up the biggest fucking gun I can find and charge those miserable assholes like it's D-Day, not to put all my cards in Ankeny Iowa. I think we can also all agree on how motivated Dominica is. She used faith to guide us through God knows how many traps and dangers presented to us in this new world, and what did I do? I shot it down as luck. But now, she needs our help and our faith, and we want to waste it on a desperate rescue attempt that is certain death for all involved? I cringe at the thought of it. If we die, how could we save the girls? If we die, how can they keep faith in themselves? We can't get desperate here guys. Let go of rationality because trust me, it feels so much better. Let's have some faith here."

Johnson stepped down from the car and drew a deep breath, and exhaled slowly.

"I'm asking for your help here guys. I know our professions don't lead us to believe a thing such as faith exists, but I'm asking you to put all common, rational logic aside, and accept something you may not familiar with. Let's do it for the girls locked in the back of some rugged trailer, not ourselves."

Lt. Johnson opened his mouth to speak once more, but nothing more was need to be said. He spoke his piece. Now all he had to do was hope that his words could bring new found faith into the others.
"Beware of the false prophets, who come to you in sheep's clothing, but inwardly are ravenous wolves." Matthew 7:15
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The trailer bounced with a jolt, and Misty awoke, staring around wildly for a moment before remembering where she was.

"Must've dozed off," Misty mumbled to Bridgette, looking to her side, but Bridgette wasn't there. Suddenly worried, Misty looked at each face in the trailer, surely they hadn't taken her in their sleep, she wouldv'e woken up.

Then she saw her, crouched on her haunches, her back turned to her, staring out from one of the airholes in the metal trailer. Groaning, Misty shuffled over to her, strecthing her stiff legs.

"Whatcha doin, love?" Misty asked, looking out herself.

"Morning, Sleeping Beauty," Bridgette responded, "I've been lookig out, trying to see if there are any landmarks nearby."

"Why?" Misty asked, strecthing her arms over her head, "Most landmarks would have been destroyed in the ateroid crash, or the earthquake."

"Yea, but whole new ones might have been created," Bridgette pointed out, "Like those mountains over there? You see?" Bridgette pointed, "The one's over there, that kinda look like Michael Fassbender?"

Misty rolled her eyes, but looked out. "Huh, that does look a bitlike Michael Fassbender," Misty said, "But even so, what good does that do us?"

"Because," Bridgette explained, with the air of a teacher repeating an answer to a particularly dense pupil, "If we escape, it might be handy to know were we run to, to have a few landmarks as a reference."

"Oh." Misty said, blushing. Why hadn't she thought of that? "I know there was a reason I liked you, besides your looks," Misty said, grinning.

Bridgette grinned back, "Nice to know I'm appreciated here."

Misty stared out, noting how much the world had changed. She couldn't remember the last time she had seen so much as a tree, or grass. "Has anything serious happened while I was out?" Misty asked, and Bridgette shook her head.

"No, they've kept us back here, and we've been going for a few hours. I gotta pee like nobodies business." Bridette said, "Wherever it is they're taking us, I hope we get there soon."

"Me too," Misty agreed, craning he rneck to look around better. She could see a few of the trucks and Humvee's travelling along with them, as well as the supply truck that brought up the rear. She dearly wished she could get inside that truck, maybe find something they could use, a weapon, or keys, but there was little hope of that.

"Misty," Bridgette hissed, poking misty in the shoulder, "Look over there!"

Misty looked to where Bridgette was pointing. There was another trailer, like the one they were in, except this one held the men who had been taken prisoner. "It's Miguel!" Misty whispered excitedly, recognizing the short man from the convo. Miguel was looking out at one of the airholes, and seemed to be trying to get their attention.

He stuck his hands through some of the airholes, and began controting them oddly, making shapes and gestures. "What the hell is he doing?" Bridgette asked, "Charades?"

Misty stared hard a the moving hands, "No," She breathed, "He's using sign language."

"Fuck, we don't know sign language," Bridgette said, "But maybe someone else here does?"

"Worth a shot," Misty turned around, and raised her voice, "Does anyone here know sign language?"

"I do," A woman said, Misty recognized her as the one who was in near hysterics when they were first captured.

"Good, good!" Misty said, scrabbling over to her, "Come on, we need your help."

The woman allowed herself to be led by Misty, and she peered out at the hole toward miguel, "Whats your name, sweetie?" Bridgette asked.

"Erica, my name is Erica," The woman said.

"Erica, thats a nice name," Misty said, "Can you tell us what he's saying?"

Erica concentrated, focusing on Miguels wildly moving hands, "He's asking us how many women are in the trailer."

Misty turned, and did a quick head count, herself, Bridgette, Amanda, this woman...."fourteen, there's fourteen of us."

Erica stuck her own hands out, wiggling her fingers, and Miguel nodded, his hands flashing back, "He says there are only five men, including himself." Miguel's hands kept flashing, "He has some kind of plan. He says he's going to act when they stop for bathroom breaks."

"Whats his plan? Can you ask him?" Misty asked. Erica sign-talked to Miguel, who replied.

"He's going to create a distraction of some kind, he says he noticed a guard who has a bunch of keys on his belt. He wants one of us to try and sneak the key away while he creates his distraction." Erica translated, after several minutes talking.

Misty considered, "It's a plan, anyways." Misty wasn't sure what he meant by a distraction, but she knew Miguel was smart enough to not do anything too drastic.

As luck would have it, fifteen minutes later, the trucks came to a stop, and several rough, armed men opened the back of the trailer. Any plans the women might have had about swarming their captors were dashed by the automatic rifles they all carried.

"Bathroom brake, c'mon, lets go!" The leader of the men shouted, the big man from before, "Hurry the fuck up!"

Terrified, the women hopped out of the trailer, blinking in the glare of several spotlights. Misty and Bridgette stuck close, keeping their movements slow, not trying to attract any attention.

Misty picked out the man Miguel had been talking about, the one with the keys on his belt. It was the man the leader had named Jonesy, a shorter, but very muscular man. The keys were on his belt, and apparently Jonesy didn't beleive ina key ring. Each key was clipped seperatly to his belt. Misty guessed that they would make a louder jangling sound, causing further fear in the minds of his captives.

The men were being unloaded, too, and Misty saw Miguel being herded along, his face downcast, his body language suggesting total compliance. However, Misty saw his hands move, and Erica suddenly whispered in her ear, "Get ready."

Suddenly, Miguel exploded into action. He launched himself at the nearest guard, who was taken by surprise. Miguel managed to wrestle the gun away from him, and quickly smashed the luckless guard in the jaw. Then, turning quickly, Miguel aimed the gun, and fired, and one of the guards near Misty fell with half his face missing.

Suddenly, Miguel was tackled to the ground by another of the guards, and the gun was taken from him. Jonesy started walking over to the struggle, and as he passed close by to Misty, she took her chance. Years of living on the streets of Chicago, and years of practising martial arts had given Misty deft fingers.

In the span of a second, she reached out, unhooked the key, and slipped it in her pocket, and Jonesy didn't even notice.

Misty locked eyes with Miguel, who nodded. He had seen what she had done, and he stopped struggling.

The big man, however, wasnt done. He slowly walked over to were Miguel lay pinned on the ground, holding a revolver. "Well, well, well, Spic, looks like you killed Miles. How'se Kohler's jaw look, Jonesy?"

"Broken to shit," Jonesy said, kneeling next the the soldier Miguel had hit with his gun, "He won't be saying much for a few days."

The big man tsked, "Well, Spic, you made a good effort, I'm now gonna be short two men." The big man slowly slid a bullet into his revolver, "I think a little comeuppance is in order."

Misty knew it was going to happen, she had half suspected it long before Miguel actually acted on his plan. She could save his life, she realized, if she just admitted to taking the key.

But Miguel was looking in her eyes the whole time, and he gave her a slight nod, as if he knew what she was thinking. Don't throw this opportunity away! His eyes said, you have a chance now!

It was the hardest thing Misty had ever had to do. She nodded, slipping her hand into her pocket, closing her finger around the key. When the gunshot rang a second later, she clapped her hands in front of her mouth, as if in horror, and swallowed the key.

She could feel the key scraping her throat as it wnet down, as she watched Miguels blood pour into the dirt. The big man calmly holstered his revolver, looking at the group of women. "You have five minutes to piss, then back in the trailer you go."

When the women had finished their business, under the watchful eyes of several guards, they were loaded back onto the trailer. Jonesy still hadn't noticed that he was missing a key.

Back in the enclosed trailer, Misty lay down on the straw covered floor, shivering over what had just happened. Bridgette seemed to understand, and laid Misty's' head in her lap, gently whispering to her, though Misty could feel her wet tears drip onto her face.
"Alright, I've been thinking. When life gives you lemons, don't make lemonade. Make life take the lemons back! Get mad! I don't want your damn lemons, what am I supposed to do with these? Demand to see life's manager! Make life rue the day it thought it could give Cave Johnson lemons! Do you know who I am? I'm the man whose gonna burn your house down! With the lemons! I'm gonna get my engineers to invent a combustible lemon that burns your house down!"


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Mark--Are We There Yet?

The trailer had finally filled up to Rita’s expectations. The newbies were scrunched up near the doors of the trailer, while the veteran prisoners kept to the front near the cab. The air was ripe with the odor of unwashed bodies; two weeks was a long time to go without a bath. That’s how long the first prisoners had been locked up in the trailer. Mark knew that because he had kept track. It was the only thing he could do to stay sane.

At least there was light in here, dim though it was. It was still light. He could see faces. It was important to him to see people’s faces; nobody liked the dark. Mary and Peg sat on either side of him. They’d been with him since the beginning, and had clung to him though he didn’t know either one of them. They were the first three prisoners of Rita’s little war. Or whatever it was.

Mark remembered that night—the night he was captured—and a shiver ran down his spine. He’d never been as scared as he had been that night. No one had ever put a gun in his face before that night. His hotel had been raided, because it was one of the few still standing in the wake of the major earthquake that hit the West after the asteroid hit. Mark had been on his cell phone, desperately trying to get through to his wife when Rita and her goons kicked his door in. His phone was snatched from him and he was forced to his knees by Rita’s strongmen.

He remembered how she looked him over, even checking his teeth like he was some kind of goddamn horse on sale for market. She made him take off all his clothes, and then appraised him inch by inch while her men held guns to either side of his head. Finally, she’d ordered him to get dressed, and they’d taken him. They’d never explained why. But he found out soon enough.

Apparently Looney Rita was under the impression that she was the new Queen of the world and that it was up to her to repopulate the earth with her own army of slaves. It was way too House Harkkonen for Mark, but it would have been suicide to argue. She’d already put him to the test a few times, and luckily for him, they’d only had to use the cattle prod on him once to make the magic happen. It was a good thing Mark knew how to find his happy place. Some of the other men weren’t so lucky.

Mark craned his neck to the right, trying to see who the newbies were. Not that he was expecting to recognize anyone, but he always hoped. It was really too dark to see that far back into the trailer—they were about twenty people deep now on each side. Mark figured that there were only about 5 or 6 men—plenty to impregnate the forty or so women crammed into the trailer with them.

Mark wondered if Queen Rita and her court planned to add to their breeding stock, or if they would stop now that the trailer was full. Only time would tell, he supposed. He knew one thing—his survival was dependent on his ability to….perform. Consistently. It wasn’t easy to do when he was worried about his wife and son, but somehow he could make himself do it. He felt sick thinking about the potential for dozens of little Marks running around that he’d never have any contact with once they were born. He felt sick thinking about having to impregnate some of the thirteen and fourteen year old girls in the trailer. He hoped to God that he wouldn’t be chosen for them. But in a way, he hoped he would. He could see the way a couple of the men looked at the women, like prey. Probably why they were chosen. They could rape and not feel guilt. But if that’s why they were chosen, then Mark had no idea why he and several of the other men were hand-picked. He was sure that Rita had her reasons. He wasn’t sure he’d ever know what they were.

Mark raised his arm to hold Mary as she pushed closer to him, under his arm to rest her head on his shoulder. He didn’t even smell himself anymore. He was sure that the new people could smell them, but soon enough they would get used to it. Mary had been the first one they’d forced him to…..mate with. He didn’t know if she was pregnant or not. The husband and father in him hoped not. The survivor in him hoped she was, because if he couldn’t produce, he was probably going to get axed. No. No “probably” about it. He was sure that he would. Luckily, after the first five days, Rita had decided to wait on any further breeding attempts until they got to their final destination. Apparently she felt it would be more orderly that way. She was right, of course.

Mark had been relieved beyond words when Rita told them that they’d be waiting for awhile to continue the “repopulation efforts”. It gave him time to mentally prepare for what was to come. He sighed and rested his head against the trailer wall. Like there was really any way to prepare for what he was supposed to do to these women.
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Willow/Dominica/Mark - Friendly Faces


“Where are you going?” Dominica asked as Willow stood up. The truck moved down the bumpy road, occasionally jumping as they hit a section of uneven pavement or had to force their way through some stalled cars. Everyone remained sitting when the vehicles were in motion but Willow somehow, almost magically, was able to keep her feet and move around with what appeared to be minimal effort. “Willow?”

“I just need to look around,” Willow replied. “I’ll be right back. I can’t just sit here and wait, I need to know what we’re up against.”

“Willow,”

“I need to do this,” she said looking at Dominica. “I’ll be right back.” Dominica nodded, accepting that and Willow’s eyes moved around the trailer in which they found themselves. What she wanted to do was take her time, run her hand over the cool metal, search for any weak spots, any rusted areas that might help them mount as escape but when they were moving that just wasn’t possible. It took all of the skills that she’d learned over her life adventuring and exploring to be able to just keep her feet as they rolled down the road. She made it look easy, but it wasn’t, not in the least. Her legs, her entire body kept moving, muscles shifting, tightening, relaxing with every little chance that the vehicle made.

Outside of her eyes looking at the metal walls, the scenery passing by outside, she was also doing a mental count of how many people were in the truck. She made mental notes about their physical states, the looks in their eyes as to if they were still defiant and fighting or if they’d just given up. She made mental notes upon mental notes and,

“Willow? Willow Barkley?”

Willow spun around at the sound of her name, almost losing her footing and falling to the floor. She looked down at the man who had spoken. For a moment she didn’t recognize him under the few days of beard on his face but after a moment… “Mark?!?” Instantly she fell to her knees, wrapping her arms around his neck and holding him tightly. “How did… what…I…”

Mark pressed his face into her neck, his arms crushing her against him. “What are you doing here?”

“What are you doing here?” She asked after a minute, pulling away. She straddled him and sat back on his legs, looking at him. It had been over a year since she’d last seen him. He’d produced several tracks on Adam’s last album and done some bass lines for it as well. “Skye? Jack? Oh…” her face fell as she saw the look in his eyes. “Oh honey,”

“What about Adam?” He asked, not wanting to talk about his own family. “The kids?”

“They’re fine,” she said with a relieved smile. “They’re all fine, thank the GODS.” She leaned forward again, hugging him tightly, burring her face into the side of his neck and she couldn’t help but laugh softly.

“What’s so funny?” He asked, returning the embrace.

“You, in a beard,” she said pulling back and running her hand over his cheek. “I always told Adam you’d look hot in one.” She smiled sadly for a moment and then stood up, staggering slightly as the floor jumped, hitting some sort of bump in the road. Mark’s hand grabbed her wrist to steady her. “Can you walk? I want you to meet someone.”

“I can try,” he said with a groan, pulling himself up to his feet much more unsteady than she was. He remembered the last time he’d seen the Barkley’s. They’d taken a boat out on the ocean and things had gotten rough. While they’d all been below deck puking their guts out, unable to walk more than 2 feet without slamming into something, Willow had stayed out on the deck manning it alone. The woman was a God damned goat. Unlike Willow that walked in the middle of the floor, Mark hugged the side, leaning his weight against it as he followed her.

“This is Dominica,” Willow said bringing him over to a very pretty blonde. “Dom, this is Mark, he’s an old friend of Adam’s and mine.”

“Small world,” Dominica said holding out a hand to Mark as he sat down heavily on the floor beside her. “Find anything?” She asked as Mark shook her hand and she looked at Willow who had sat down as well.

Willow shook her head. “No, nothing right now, but it’s hard to get a good idea of the conditions while we’re moving. I’ll have to wait until we stop tonight.”

“Good luck with that,” Mark said stretching his legs out in front of him.

“What do you mean?” Dominica asked. “We’ve got to stop sometime.”

“Oh we’ll stop,” he replied and shook his head. “No doubt about that, but that’s when we earn our keep.”

Dominica’s eyes met Willow’s.

“Okay, what’s the scoop?” Willow asked. “They’re not cannibals.”

Mark laughed, the first time since the event had happened. It felt good to laugh. “No, they’re definitely not cannibals. Remember how when they grabbed you, they looked you over and shoved you either in this truck, or the one behind us?”

“Yeah,” Willow said, frowning slightly. It had been rather odd, there was no doubt about that but she hadn’t thought that much about it. She chalked it up to some sort of classification, or jobs that they would get. “Mark,”

“The ones back there, in the other truck,” he said with a heavy sigh “are for recreation.” He ran his hand over his face. “They set up tents and,” he shook his head and sighed. “They always fight at first, beg, but after a few nights… they all give in to the fact that this is their new position in the world. They’re the ones that are either, to ugly, to old, to fat… whatever, they just failed the physical.”

“Failed the physical,” Dominica replied.

“Yeah,” he said, his tone heavy. “That’s what I call it. But yeah, they’re the recreation bunch, men, women… kids… fucking sick ass shit.” He said with a shake of his head. “And they envy US.” He said with a disbelieving tone. “We’re the cattle. Our job is to repopulate… a world of slaves, that’s what she’s going for, fucking nut job.” He shook his head. “She keeps talking about God’s will and how she’s doing His work and,”

“She’s not,” Dominica said firmly, without a doubt.

“No shit, really?” Mark said with a small chuckle. “Just hope that you get pregnant quick, because if you don’t, they’ll toss you back in the other car and…” he shook his head. “This is just so fucked up.” His head turned as the large caravan began to slow down. He looked outside at the sun, it was just about time to come to a stop for the night. Great….

“I’ll get us out of here,” Willow said confidently. “All of us.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Willow.” Mark replied.

To that, she had nothing to say.
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mark, dom, willow--Eenie, Meenie, Miney, Moe

The convoy stopped as night settled in upon them. Rita had told them that there would be no more breeding until they got to where-ever they were headed, but who knew? She’d changed her mind before. Mark thought it was better to be safe than sorry. He had to prepare the girls.

“Ok, so, if this goes down how it has been, then this is what’s going to happen.” Mark leaned in close to Willow and Dom so that they could hear him clearly. “They’re going to take the guys and then pick certain chicks to be in his group. From that group, a girl will be picked and the man will have to….you know,” he said, running his hand over his beard. “The groups stay the same. The new people are divided up and put in certain groups. Rita picks them herself. Those two women who were sitting by me in the front of the trailer? They’re in my group. Peg and Mary. They were my first, uh, pairings.”

Dom looked at Willow. “I don’t think I can do this, Willow.”

“Yes you can, Domenica. You have to.”

Mark looked dismayed at Dom’s comment. “Look, this sucks, no doubt, but it’s way better than being in the other truck. Those people get tortured and God knows what else for Rita and her crew’s amusement. You don’t want that. Trust me; I’ve heard the screams that come from their tent at night.”

Willow blinked. “They put us in tents?”

Mark nodded. “At night, there are two giant tents set up….like army type tents. Our truck in one, their truck in another, and so forth. There’s usually a large number of armed lackeys spread around to keep order and to keep anyone from escaping. That’s when all the fun begins. Like a fucking human torture circus.”

“And then in our tent…it’s a giant orgy?”

“Kind of.” Mark managed a bitter smile. “I remember a time when I was younger that I would have thought I’d died and gone to heaven if my only job was to fuck girls all day long.” He shook his head sadly, “It ain’t what it’s cracked up to be. In fact, it’s the worst job ever.”

“How do they decide whose group to put the women in? Is it random?” Dom asked, nervously twisting her hair around her finger.

Mark laughed. “No way. Rita never does anything randomly. She’ll already know who she wants with who by the time she lines us all up.” Mark caught Dom fearfully glancing at a man close to them that looked like he couldn’t wait until the evening’s festivities began. “I don’t think she’ll put you two with him. Luckily or unluckily for you, I seem to be getting most of the blondes in your age group. But I could be wrong. Trent gets some, too.”

Willow glanced around the trailer. “Which one is Trent?” But as soon as she asked it, she thought she could guess. She now noticed that the men seemed to be surrounded by their groups. One man with brunettes, one with redheads, one with multi-cultural ladies, and so forth. The only other man with any blondes sitting next to him was a man in his late thirties with thick wavy hair. “Him?” she asked Mark, pointing.

Mark nodded. “Yeah, I see you’ve already figured out the seating chart. Speaking of which, I gotta get back to my group before they open this trailer up, or there will be hell to pay.” He hugged both women, his spicy unwashed smell lingering in their noses as he released them. “Stay strong. Just….be calm and it will be ok. Or as ok as it can be.”

Mark got back to his group just in time and the trailer door opened, Rita’s cruel and lovely face filling the doorway. “Move out!” she yelled, waving her arm in a large arc. Mark sighed and got back to his feet. He didn’t know which was worse, not having anyone to worry about, or having to worry about Willow and Dom now. He supposed he was going to have plenty of time to figure that one out.
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Rubén/Zeke – Fight

They walked down the road and Rubén looked back at the tent and his barrows furrowed, he was quiet as they walked, this wasn’t right, what Tom did wasn’t right and he knew it, he knew it as much as he knew his own name. He knew it as much as he knew he was standing there. God would never condone suicide for any reason, it didn’t matter; suicide was throwing away the life that God had given you and it was not your call as to when you die, it’s his and only his, it is cowardly plan and simple, what did his psyche say to him, “it’s a permanent solution to a temporary problem”. That is what he found out from his failed attempt, it was a lesson he never forgot. He hated what he had tried to do to himself he had forgiven himself, but he still hated how weak and cowardly it had been.

Rubén sighed and looked at Zeke who was looking around at how busy everyone seemed to be, it was as if there was a sense of urgency all around but no one could put a finger on as to why. Rubén had no idea what went on in his mind; no clue. They reached the house and Rubén opened the door for the two of them Rubén held the door open and Zeke walked in and went to the kitchen and the dogs. Rubén looked over his shoulder one more time his heart was hurting him every time he looked in the direction of Tom but he finally closed the door to the townhouse leaving that pain outside giving way to a whole knew pain. He went and sat in the living room not sure what to think or how to feel. If he had to guess he was in a form of mental shock of some kind.

Zeke appeared sometime later with two cups of tea sitting on the sofa next to him curling his legs underneath him. “Penny for your thoughts.” Zeke said with a crocked smile his brown eyes boring into Rubén’s soul. Rubén took a sip of the tea letting the warmth fill him, “It’s wrong and you know it. You just won’t make that judgment.” He said looking at Zeke. “You know as well as I do that God doesn’t like us to throw our lives away, that is for him to decide, when we live or die, not us; him alone. Not by our actions or cause…you know that Zeke, you just won’t admit it.”

Zeke said nothing as Rubén spoke he was calm making sure to breath and take a sip of tea to keep his mouth from drying out. “You hurt me, when you threw that back in my face. I know it wasn’t your intention, but you did. There were only four other people that knew what I did, and you made five and chances are you’re the only one left alive now. I told you that so you would understand, just so you didn’t think I was too much a freak or nutjob.” Rubén said looking at him, his voice relaxed, there would be no point in yelling or arguing after all Zeke was who he was. “There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t regret that choice I made and for you to toss it back at me so casual, like it was nothing.”

Zeke sighed watching him the air of peace around him, “I didn’t toss it back at you I was just pointing out that…” Rubén smiled cutting him off and finishing the sentence, “I’m hypocritical; those in glass houses, etc. I know Zeke. I know exactly how it all sounded coming from me, I wasn’t angry at him, I was devastated for him, because I was there, and I fought through it and I know he could as well. He’s a fighter.”

Rubén looked around the room taking a second, “But now Tom will probably die and everyone will chalk it up to stress or whatever and move on. They might even feel a little sorry for him or glad for him to get out of this nightmare, or at least the one that is coming our way.” Rubén said putting the tea down on the coffee table, making sure to use a coaster, “Is there anything you would fight for Zeke anything in this life that matters enough for Zeke Costa to stand up and say, ‘that’s not right.’” Zeke frowned and simple said, “I don’t fight, Gods will.” Rubén sighed it was the answer he came to expect from him, “Then you and I are very different people. Because I would fight for you, I would fight to protect you and I would, foolishly, sacrifice myself to save you. That’s how much I love you Zeke, does that make sense?” Zeke just looked at him and Rubén nodded, “but you wouldn’t do the same, not because you couldn’t but because you’re…well you’re Zeke and that’s not who you are.” Rubén said a weak smile filled his face.

“God Zeke I love you. I do. You have to believe me when I say that. I love you more then anything and it kills me to know that if I were to get up right now and walk out that door and say goodbye, you would simply watch, let me leave and believe that it was God’s will.” Rubén chuckled, “you’re so infuriating, frustrating, smart, beautiful, amazing, loving, intelligent, you’re everything I could ever want or need. I knew that the moment I saw you, even before that, when I saw your photography, I knew the man who took those pictures had to be amazing, because anyone who was less then that couldn’t find and capture the soul, like you do.”

Rubén licked his lips, “But God gave us our own will; God gave us choices, for good or bad, so he wouldn’t have to be responsible for each of us or so we couldn’t give him all the blame for all the ills that are wrong with the world. That is even truer now, then before. He gave each of us a clean slate, a fresh start. He maybe helping us along the way to make sure that we have a chance, but the choices are still ours. What we choose to fight for and what we don’t matters, and he knew it, he has a plan, but he also wants us to use our free will.”

Rubén stood up and looked at him he simply looked up at Rubén, he couldn’t tell what was going through his head, he was impossible to read, “I could be cruel and hurt you, really hurt you, bring up what happened to you and why it didn’t work, call you out on it. I’m sure I could find the button to push to hurt you, but I won’t. Because I love you, foolishly, because despite it all I plan on fighting for you, help you see your vision to whatever end God has picked for me. All I want to know, is would you fight for me. Because in my mind love and life are so much the same thing, I would fight for Tom or Misty or you in a heart beat, that’s why what Tom did is so devastating to me; I don’t fall back on it being God’s will, because it wasn’t, it was him being selfish and stupid.” Rubén rubbed his legs with his hands, they were sweating, “Would you afford me the same love and devotion I give to you? Would you fight for me for our love or our friends? Would you fight for a single life even if you knew the fight was foolish?” Zeke sighed and Rubén shook his head, “I know you’re not a fighter and in that lies the problem.” Rubén shook his head, “Do you have any idea how much I love you…do you get that at all?”

Rubén walked out of the room and headed up to the bedroom, his heart was breaking, was he being fair, asking someone to go against all that they were all that they knew, who they really were, but he wasn’t really people always think fighting has be violent, cruel or hurtful but it doesn’t, fighting is helping someone to survive even when the odds aren’t in your favor, fighting is sitting there yelling at someone to stop hurting themselves because you love them that much, fighting is sucking it up and doing what you have to knowing that it won’t be easy. Fighting is taking a chance on something even when you know it won’t work. Fighting is looking at the one you love, more then anything and asking them if they love you the same way.

Before Rubén knew it he had everything packed up and was walking down the stairs, a smile on his face, which was only betrayed by his eyes. Zeke was still on the sofa, he hadn’t moved. Rubén so much wanted to know what he was thinking, would these even matter to him, did he matter, or was that just too much to ask of the man who was meant to save people, the man God spoke through. “You’re leaving?” Zeke said looking up at Rubén, “God’s will or a man choice?” Rubén said stopping at the landing. “You know who I am Zeke, I’m a weak man, flawed in many ways. I’ve tried to kill myself, I wrote my family off never forgiving them before it was too late, I never let anyone get close to me until now, I hide behind so many things or many masks. I’m not leaving you Zeke that would be a choice, but you and I both know everything is God’s will. When he closes a door he always opens a window, right?” Rubén said crossing the floor. “Think about it, what is God’s will? Is it that we go our separate ways, or that we share our lives, what time we may or maynot have. I know you don’t have his answers, but you have your own. I just want to know if I’m worth it, will you fight for something or someone, what matters to you, Zeke? What’s important enough for you to take a stand?”

Rubén pulled out the keys to Zeke’s house and dropped them on the coffee table, “Thank you for saving my life. If you want me, you’ll know where to find me. If I’m worth your love I’ll be the happiest man alive. If not, then…” Rubén stopped, “Well there’s a lot of work to do.” Rubén said smiling at him; there were a few little yelps from the kitchen. Rubén looked off in that direction, “I think they’ve had enough time locked up today.” He opened the door and walked out of the townhouse closing the door behind him. Looking at it once as he headed off.


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Rubén got back to the medical tent, where Tom was lying, his condition unchanged, the Doctor was there looking at his stats, “He’s unchanged.” Rubén nodded looking around, there were still a lot of people being treated, but it looked like the move to the actual clinic might be underway, “I know. Look I’m going to either be at the school or the Radio Station, I’m going to split my time between them, if anyone comes looking for me.” Rubén said with a soft hopeful smile. The Doctor nodded a bit confused. “Of course.” Rubén looked at her seeing her fuss over Tom, it was unnecessary whatever was to happen was to happen, “Leave it to God, keep him comfortable, call me if his condition changes. At the vary least, if he dies he deserves a proper send off, someone should be there for him.” He said and walked out to Misty’s truck, she wouldn’t be using it for a while he thought throwing his bag in the back of the vehicle.

He climbed in and started up the engine, he turned on the radio to the Ankeny station hearing his own voice repeat, the station had a couple of rooms he could use, a kitchen and a bathroom, it would become his home, he hoped it wouldn’t be for too long. He drove down the street and made his way to the Radio station, he parked in the lot looking around he would go and talk to John about getting some additional help here at the station, so it could run all day. Rubén sighed and walked in, he would spend his evening’s here at the station running it and sending out messages and playing music and then the days working at the school trying to get that set-up, at least he would be busy and that was a good thing, the school even had a track, so he could start going for his daily runs, it always helped him clear his mind.

He opened up the door and walked to the broadcasting booth dumping his stuff next to the roll away chair that Tom had sat on only a few hours before. In the background he heard his message playing. He had never done this before but he would have to learn, it might not be God’s will but it was his choice, if God intended them to keep the station going then God would send him help, when the time was right.

Rubén looked through the music selection and grabbed several different types to play, he looked at the microphone and hit the button to stop the loop and he picked up the mic and began to speak, “This is Ankeny, we are live and on the air. You’re going to have to bare with me, as I figure this all out…” across Ankeny, if anyone was tuned in they would hear his voice, a nightlight in the dark, a beacon for the others to come, a voice that would fight for each and everyone of them, even if they wouldn’t fight for themselves.
May it be said, when the sun sets on your life, you made a difference.
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Domenica/Willow/Mark – Breaking a Nail

“Move Out.” Rita called as the groups started to stand up and get moving. Domenica looked around at Mark and Willow there was nothing they could do and the idea of being some kind of baby machine was not what where in the cards for her. Mark might have rolled over and performed like a good little solder but she had no intention of doing that. As they moved along she saw the camp quickly coming together, she tried to make mental notes of where they were, she remembered this area from her map, from her drawings, she needed a moment to figure it all out and she knew she would. She just needed to see more of it, get her barring and catch her breath.

They walked down the ramp and Domenica felt a pair of hands grab her butt and without thinking she turned around clocking the man who had just manhandled her she thought it was the crack of his jaw, but saw that it was only her nails that had broken, that pissed her off even more, “Never touch me without my permission!” Domenica snapped as the man fell in a heap on the group. “Look what you did to my nails you fucking bastard.” Domenica kicked the guy as hard as he could in the crotch he wouldn’t be using his dick anytime soon she said with another kick. Willow quickly grabbed her stopping her, “Dom…what are you doing. Stop it!” Willow yelped at her, getting Domenica under control. Domenica looked at her and Mark then at the others as they all came running over, “No one touches me without my permission.” Domenica tried to shrug the men’s hands off her as they started dragging her away from Willow and Mark who could try and help, and die, or stay where they were. They elected to stay put for now.

Domenica continued to struggle as finally there was a soft but firm hand on her shoulder, “Well aren’t you the feisty little Princess.” Rita’s soft voice said as Domenica turned and looked at her. “No no, don’t talk Precious you’ll just ruin the moment.” Rita said putting her finger to her lip, then looking at her hand, “Ah you broke your pretty nails, we’ll see if we can fix that. Take the Chosen to my tent.” Rita said with a sweeping motion of her arm, she enjoyed the spectacle that would be the only reason Domenica wasn’t dead on the spot.

Mark looked at her unable to keep his mouth shut as they moved his group off, “But she’s...” Rita held up her hand, “not your worry little man, just pray that your gun has plenty of ammo tonight cause you have double duty, now that he’s out of commission for the night.” She said as two of the guards picked up the man that Domenica decked and kicked in the balls. Rita smiled darkly, “The rest of you, get to work.” Rita said as the other’s moved quickly. Willow and Mark watched as Domenica was taken off.

(OOC: Very short I know, but I need Domenica to be separated from Mark and Willow and this was the quickest way to do it. No one is to use Dom unless the MOD or I approve it. I will have something for Dom posted tomorrow.)
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Zeke - Stepping off the path

Zeke set down the cup of tea on the table and placed his feet on the floor, feeling as though the wind had been blown from his sails. He felt deflated, defeated… and he knew that Ruben was right. He was right about everything, but that didn’t change the way that he felt. It didn’t change his beliefs.

There was a difference though, between fighting and violence.

He could fight for what he believed in, stand up for it, lobby for it against the odds. What he wouldn’t do would be to physically take action against someone. He had thought that Ruben had understood that, perhaps he hadn’t been correct in that assumption. Zeke laughed softly and brought his cup to the kitchen. Assume didn’t have anything to do with it, he’d flat out been wrong.

As much as that hurt him, he also knew that he and Ruben didn’t know each other very well. Not in the grand scheme of things really. They’d just met, maybe a week ago? A week… give or take.

It felt like a lifetime.

Zeke rested his hands against the side of the counter and lowered his head, not in prayer, but silent contemplation. Considering the depth of his faith, most people assume he’d be on his knees praying at the side of his bed every night for world peace and the end of hunger, the things that children whispered in their prayers to God. Zeke never prayed, not in the traditional sense. He simply became still and cleared his mind, waiting for the answer to his problem. He didn’t ask for it, didn’t pray for it, he just waited for it. It was the way that it had always been with him, and it was the way that it always would be.

God didn’t require one on his knees. God just required and honest heart, or at least that’s what he believed.

After a moment he slid down to his knees, twisting so that he was sitting on the floor and pulling his knees up to his chest. He pressed his face into his knees and let out a shuddering breath feeling emptiness wash through him. Did Ruben not understand how much he needed him? Zeke felt as though the rug had just been yanked out from under him.

The minutes ticked by before Zeke brought his head back up, stretching his legs out in front of him and he stared at the list of names on the fridge. He knew that Ruben was right, what Tom had done wasn’t right, it wasn’t… it went against everything that he believed, but he couldn’t bring himself to judge him. He just couldn’t.

But what if that’s what God were to ask of him? Could he do it then?

Zeke ran his hand over his face and stood up slowly, finding his legs stronger than he had thought that they would be. He had to get to John. There were things that he needed to discuss with him. Things that needed to be done to secure their future. Things that… that didn’t seem so important now. He stood there quietly, in the middle of the kitchen as still as stone as his mind clicked away.

He couldn’t not pass judgment on every single thing that happened. He couldn’t not have an opinion about everything. That wasn’t… that wasn’t human. It wasn’t normal. He’d never realized it until Ruben had spoken tonight. He’d believe so strongly in the philosophy of turn the other cheek that he’d… he’d ended up hurting the very people that he’d wanted to protect the most. The house, it was so silent now. Misty and Bridgette were gone, Tom was in a coma and Ruben had left… and he was alone. Something that he knew that he should be used to, and something that he was used to, at least before all of this. Now however…

Zeke knew that his philosophies were sound, the things that he had said to Ruben honest and pure. There was nothing truly wrong with them, save for the fact that it would never be possible to understand every faucet of a man’s life. Sometimes, one had to pass judgment without all the facts and let the chips fall where they may. Everything that he did was about faith, and he would have to place his faith in the fact that God would give him the information that he would need to make the choices that would need to be made.

He wanted a world of peace, of love and understanding but… but if everyone thought the way that he did until today, until this moment… his world would die before it was born because, Ruben was right, there were things worth fighting for. He headed out of the house, closing the door behind him after letting the puppies back in and then locking it, heading down the road towards the station. He wondered if Ruben would understand how difficult this was for him.

Everything told him to go to John.

He saw the path before him like a glowing line cutting through the darkness. He stood here, on the corner of 28th and Ankeny Blvd, the path heading south towards John’s encampment. His breath caught in his chest and fear flooded through him. It was icy cold, and he was shaking. He’d always walked the path without question. His breath caught in his chest and a lump formed in his throat. He could go to John, go to John and tell him what needed to be said, get things moving and keep it all in order and on track but Ruben… Ruben needed to know that he was important. That he was willing to fight for him, and that’s exactly what, at that moment Zeke Costas was doing.

Letting out a groan of physical pain, Zeke took a step north, off the path, and towards the radio station where he knew that Ruben would be. It was the hardest thing he’d ever done in his life.

"God forgive me...."
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Adam/Alex - Big Damn Heroes Pt. 1

Jenner’s trip to the sporting good store had turned out to be fruitless, aside from the bow and the arrows. Regardless, Adam went off on his own and came back not long after, carrying two aluminum baseball bats, two quivers, a broken bow and a replacement string for the bow. He boarded the bus and came back a few minutes later, the bow repaired. He handed Alex one of the bats and one of the quivers before taking three arrows, jamming them into his quiver.

“So, two men. Two bats. Three arrows,” Alex said. “Why does this seem like some sort of kinky sex video?”

Adam looked at Alex, “please…tell me you don’t act like this around Domenica.”

“Nope…her, I tend to think about what I’m saying first. Everyone else,” Alex sighed. “Not so much. Gets me punched a lot, if you can believe that.”

“Positively shocking,” Adam muttered.

Alex grinned, then the grin vanished as he switched to business. “So…we doing this? I mean, I’ve got no problems here. Dom’s all I’ve got left to live for. But you…you’ve got the kids, bro.”

“All the more reason for me to come back alive. I’ve got no clue what these fuckers are doing to them. If we can save Willow, Dom and the others, we’ve got to make the effort to do so, right?”

Alex nodded.

“Good, you’re seeing reason,” Adam noted. “So, time to mount up, play the hero?”

“Big Damn Hero,” Alex corrected. He slung the quiver over one shoulder and the bow over the other, then walked over to the bus. Most of the others were waiting to say their goodbyes, but Martinez, Leo, Dominic and Jenner were all in the bus, otherwise occupied. A few hugs later, Alex and Adam had taken a flashlight, several water bottles and some energy bars and walked off towards the unknown, following a trail of leaked coolant.

Twenty Miles Later

They’d been walking for seven hours now; stopping occasionally to rest their feet, go to the washroom and the like. They were in another town now and both men started walking along the main drag looking for a sporting goods store or someplace that might sell firearm and ammunition. Just off the main drag, roughly a block south, they found a sporting goods store. Alex entered first, bow at the ready and an arrow already loaded and drawn back; Adam stayed behind, using the flashlight to illuminate the deserted store.

After a few minutes, Alex stepped out, sling the bow over his shoulder and returning the arrow to the quiver. He was grinning like a kid at Christmas. “It’s all clear bro.”

“We happy?”

“We’re happy. Fuckin’ pay dirt man!” Alex said, he stepped back into the shattered door(the window had been whole, but the door was locked and the men used the bats to break the glass on the door) and into the relative darkness of the store. Both men had their flashlight out and turned on.

“So what’ve we got?”

“All sorts of shit man! Backpacks, bedrolls, sleeping bags, guns, ammo, whole fuckin’ nine man. But that’s not even the best part!”

“What’s better than all this? They dumped the women here?”

“Not that good, unfortunately, but,” Alex said, leading Adam to the very back of the store. “We’ve got us some wheels!”

Adam raised his flash light to see an air pump and a row of ten bicycles.

“They’re not exactly cars, but hey man, we’ve got us something to move quicker now. I’ll keep the air pump strapped to my bike. And, in the event one of us looses the tires, we’ll go from there.”

Adam nodded and helped Alex move the bikes to the front of the store, then they stared loading backpacks with water, energy bars and ammunition. Adam looked out the window at the front of the store and saw an overturned wagon laying on the sidewalk; he stepped out side and righted it, freeing two trapped newspapers from underneath. Both of them flew away in the breeze. Adam dragged the wagon across the street and showed Alex. “If we can jury-rig a couple hitches on these bikes, we can hook this thing up to it. Alternate days, you pull one, I pull the next and so forth.”

Alex nodded, “good find man. We can keep the backpacks, bows and quivers and any extra food in here. Keep the shotguns slung over our backs.”

“Sounds good to me.”

The two men filled the wagon and rigged it to the back of one of the bikes using some bungee cords. Then settled in for the night. Alex’s pocket watch was, by some miracle, still functioning. “I say we sleep in shifts. You sleep now, I’ll wake you up at about 4. I’ll sleep till 7 and we can eat and get going then. Sound like a plan?”

Adam nodded and the two men unrolled sleeping bags and chatted idly by the light of a battery-powered camping lantern for a little while, swapping war stories of their youthful dating years.

“So anyways,” Alex says, laughing. “I wake up and it’s a fucking dude. I mean I’m bi..but still, if I come home with a chick…I’d like her to remain a chick in the morning. After that I swore off Jägermeister for life.”

Adam chuckled and stifled a yawn. “Look man, I’m gonna turn in for the night. Wake me at three?”

“No problem.”

Adam turned over and drifted off to sleep, and Alex pulled out his battered deck of playing cards. Ever since the ninth grade he always kept a deck on his person to relieve boredom. These last few days, there had been no short supply of excitement, but now thing had calmed down a little and he had time to relax. He idly threw cards into a trashcan he’d emptied, but soon grew bored of that and began playing solitaire. He pulled out his watch and saw it was now 2:58. He gently nudged Adam.

“You’re turn for watch duty, bro.”

Adam struggled out of the sleeping bag and stretched. “Three o’clock already?”

Alex nodded and handed Adam the playing cards and pocket watch. “Have fun man, my watch was dead.” He slid into his sleeping bag and slept; for once his sleep was free of dreams.

Adam nudged Alex awake. “Morning man, it’s seven o’clock. You ready?”

Alex stretched and yawned. “Yeah man, how ‘bout you?”

“I’m good, I think. We gonna get on the road before it gets too hot?”

Alex nodded, “sounds like a plan to me.”

The two men inventoried their spoils and Alex opened his double barreled shotgun, loading two shells and closing it again. He pumped the gun and glanced over at Adam. “Let’s be bad guys.”
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(OOC: Sorry if this is ruining anyone's plans or anything, but I really wanted to get the group moving before, well you know.)

IC:

Johnson readjusted the packed to the limit rucksack on his back and let out a small sigh of relief as he finally pulled the strap out of the pressure point in his collar bone. They have been travelling for around five hours, and everyone was becoming more on edge with every step. Between the feel of defeat and the fear of not knowing the fate of Willow and Dom, they were becoming frusterated about not being able to directly help them.

"Where the fuck have all the cars gone?" Cat asked, his feet screaming in pain.

"Get used to it. We'll probably have to walk the whole way there." Sergeant Martinez said.

"Son of a bitch..." Cat said.

Johnson was in the front of the group, having only his Kabar knife sitting in it's sheath on his hip. Sergeant Martinez took up the rear with a wicked looking hunk of rusty street sign that was dropped to the ground during the asteroid impact. It has only been a few hours since Alex and Adam took off, and now he had two extra people to worry about. They let anger and desperation get the best of them, he supposed. But he did hope that they could pull off some kind of miracle and save the girls, as unlikely a task it was.

"Hey, there's a truck up there!" Private Jenner called out, quickening his pace over to the red Dodge Ram that sat alone in the middle of the abandoned stretch of highway.

"Sam, can you see if you can start this thing up?" Johnson asked.

"Yeah, sure thing." Sam answered as he climbed into the truck, noting that the door was wide open. "The battery is most likely dead though."

Sam turned the ignition, but the car wouldn't start.

"Exactly my luck."

"This guy was prepared." Corporal Dixion said, coming from the tail gate with a spare car battery.

"Nice deal." Cat said, "So now we can get this baby runnin'?"

Sam paused. "Maybe. Depends on the tools we have."

The Corporal also handed Sam a set of jumper cables.

"This'll do." Sam said as he picked up the car battery and headed to the front of the truck. He popped open the hood and connected the wires to the Dodge's current battery, then to the new battery.

"Someone start it up." Sam said.

Johnson leaned into the truck and turned the key, and listened as the car purred to life. The gauges lit up and the red arrows corrected themselves on the meters.

"Alright!" Cat called out.

"Ok everyone in." Johnson called out and everyone began assembling themselves into the car.

Johnson remained in the driver's seat, and watched as Sam climbed into the passenger's seat with the car battery and jumper cables in hand. Cat and Martinez situated themselves in the truck's bench seats in the back, while the Guardsmen sat in the tail of the truck.

Wanting to conserve as much gas as possible, Johnson decided to mainain a constant speed of 60 down the highway. They were at a half tank of gas, which he figured should be enough to get them to a gas station.

"I wish Dom drew up some gas stations." He said leaning Dominica's map against the radio.

The car fell silent, everyone starting to doze off.

"Tell me if you want to rest, ok? I can drive for a while." Sam said looking to Johnson.

"Don't worry about me. Get some rest." Johnson said, peering at the map then to the road.

Sam nodded and felt himself slowly drift off into sleep.

Cat leaned foward and started rifling through the truck's glove compartments and sun visors.

"What are you doing?" Johnson asked as Cat nudged his arm through his searches.

"Looking for some descent music. But the car's previous owner seems to have been a country fan." Cat said.

Johnson grunted. "I hate that shit."

"So do I." Cat laughed. "I guess we can live with silence for a while.

"Agreed." He replied.

Cat sighed. "So when do you think we'll get there.

Johnson shrugged his shoulders. "Whenever I guess. We started out pretty close so I would say no more than a day or so."

Cat nodded then leaned back into his seat, weariness getting to the best of him.

Johnson wanted to close his eyes to nap but he had to let the others rest up. He could get a hour or so sleep in a few hours when he would pull over the truck. He probably have stopped it right then, but he knew he had to let the alternator charge the battery before shutting the car down, so he decided to keep on driving it. Maybe just for another hour, he thought.
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Zeke/Ruben - On Air Unaware


“Ruben?”

Ruben jumped from where he was sitting, the empty coffee cup that he’d just set down knocked over by his hand. It clattered to the sound bouncing off the sound board and rolling down onto the floor where it broke at his feet. “Shit,” he said bending down, scooping up the pieces. “Zeke, I,”

“It’s okay,” Zeke said picking up the waste basket and carrying it over to him, setting it down. He squatted down beside Ruben, picking up the shards with him. The two of them fell into silence as they picked up the shards of porcelain and threw them into the trash. “I’m sorry I said the things I did. It was wrong of me.”

“No, it wasn’t wrong.” Ruben replied. “You were right, it was the pot calling the kettle black. Tom,”

“What Tom did was wrong,” Zeke said letting out a deep breath. “Just like when you tried.” He let out a long sigh, resting his hips against the console. “I just, I don’t know.”

“What is it?” Ruben asked leaning back in his chair. He could see that being here was hard for Zeke. Not the actual conversation, but just the fact he was here. It was as though he was fighting an urge to do something else and was struggling to put him first.

“You’re wrong, what you said about me not wanting to fight for you, not willing to die for you, or Misty or, or anyone, because I would. But there’s a difference between fighting for something and,”

“And being physically aggressive,” Ruben said with a nod. “I know, but,”

“But nothing.” He replied. “I would do anything for you, including step off the path to come here. Deny what He wants me to do, just to get you back. I’m not perfect Ruben,” he said, tears welling in his eyes. “I’m anything but. People think that because of my faith I have everything together, that nothing phases me but… but it does. There are times when I hate being me, I hate being the way I am. There are times when I just, when I wish I could be like everyone else and just… let go but I can’t, I physically can’t and honestly, I don’t think anything will ever change that.” He licked his lips and shook his head. “I would step into a bullet for you, put my throat under a knife for Amanda, let someone cut out my heart for a stranger. That’s the only way I know how to fight, to sacrifice. Does that make sense?”

“In a messed up way, yeah.” Ruben replied.

“I can fight, we can all fight for what we believe in, to make this world better… but, violence isn’t always the best option and I’ll admit neither is pacifism. If everyone were like me, the world would be doomed to failure. What we need is balance,”

“That’s why we’re so good together,” Ruben said with a small smile. “I know what you’re saying, Zeke. We need to compromise, find a common path.” Zeke nodded. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” Zeke said reaching out and taking Ruben’s hand. “Life, it’s far too precious to fight, to hate… to pass blind judgments on people.” He laughed and shook his head as Ruben pulled him down onto his leg. “I don’t presume to know the will of God, you know that right?”

Ruben nodded, touching his cheek. “I do.”

“I just, I feel, you know?” He said putting his hand over his heart. “I feel it here, I see it like… like a spotlight. Sometimes, sometimes it feels like I’m going crazy.”

“You’re not crazy Zeke.” Ruben said kissing his cheek. Zeke just managed a small smile, leaning against his chest for a moment, falling silent. “If anything, you’re the sanest man I know. You never get angry, you never lose your temper. You listen quietly and then, make your decisions based on merit.” He was quiet for a moment before speaking again. “But in order to be an effective leader,”

Zeke laughed. “I’m not a leader, Ruben.”

“In order to be an effective anything,” he said “you need to be able to pass judgment on things. What you said is true, only God knows all of the details of a person’s life, understands all of the events that led a person to the place in which they find themselves, but we need to have our own morals. A sense of right and wrong because if we don’t, the world will be nothing but chaos. We need structure, laws… and good and fair people to guide us. No one is perfect, we just, I don’t know… have to muddle through as best we can and make our decisions and judgments based on the information given.”

Zeke smiled gently. “What did I do right in my life to get you to come into it?” He gave Ruben a gentle kiss, touching the side of his face gently. “You’re amazing.” Ruben felt his cheeks blush ruby red and he was glad for the dim light of the radio station. Zeke reached over, pushing a few buttons. The microphone that had been turned on accidently when Ruben’s cup fell over clicked off neither of them having noticed it was on in the first place, and the same song that Tom had been playing earlier ‘Maybe I’m Amazed’ filled the airwaves.

“Let’s go find your brother,” Ruben said and Zeke nodded.
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