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Scene Six: Islands in the Stream
Topic Started: Oct 22 2009, 05:14 PM (839 Views)
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Zeke/Ruben/Sam - Home


“Puppies!” Lex screamed running down the hallway with his sister into the small mass of fur that was curled up in the middle of the living room floor. Any and all concern that either child had over their missing parents was immediately erased with the sight of soft puppy tongues and plush thick fur. Both children disolved into giggles as the over active pullies began to yip excitedly and jumping all over them.

“Since Bridgette and Misty are gone,” Ruben said “we can set you up in their room for now.”

“Oh, I don’t want to be a bother,” Sam said.

“It’s not a bother,” Ruben replied. “There’s no knowing when they’ll be back and we don’t want the room to go to waste. Would you care for a drink?” He asked as the three of them walked down the hallway to the livingroom where the children were playing happily now. He turned and looked at Sam, who was looking at Zeke critically. “What’s the matter?”

“You don’t say much do you?”

Zeke shrugged and gave a shy smile. “I guess. I’ll get some juice boxes for the kids.”

“Juice boxes?” Sam asked. What kind of grown man, single grown man, kept juice boxes in his fridge?

“Don’t ask,” Ruben said. “It’s just easier that way.” He gave him a kind smile and sat down on the sofa, motioning for Sam to join him as Zeke returned with two organic apple juice boxes which he gave to the kids. “So you ran into some trouble on the way here.”

“That’s an understatement,” Sam replied watching the kids. “This, Rita woman and her goons,” he shook his head. “God only knows what they would have done to them if they’d taken them too.” Callie let out a squeel of delight, rolling with one of the puppies over the carpet. “I don’t even know where they took them. Adam, there would have been no stopping me if it had been his mother.” The corner of his mouth curled up as he thought that Adam was more like him that either of them had ever thought.

“He’ll be okay,” Zeke said.

“We don’t even know if he’s going the right way,” Sam said looking at him feeling helpless. “Can’t you like, oh Hell I don’t know,” he sighed and sank back on the sofa. “I know you’re not some reincarnation of Jesus, you don’t have all the answers, as much as I’d like to believe. Dominica, she spoke about you like… Hell I don’t know.”

Zeke gave him a crooked smile, a quiet, humble smile. “I only know what I’m told.” He replied. “I wish I had all the answers. I wish I could fix everything, but… all we can do is work through this and try to do the right thing.”

“That’s easier said than done,” Sam replied, his tone dark.

“Not for Zeke,” Ruben said with a smile and Zeke snorted.

“Even for me,” he replied. “Everyone’s faith will be tested by the end.”

“Can I ask you something?” Sam asked, looking at Zeke.

“Of course,” he replied taking the empty juice boxes as the kids passed them over to him.

“My daughter in law, she’s not… she’s not Christian and the children,”

Zeke smiled and stood up, going over to the trash and throwing them away. “I always like to think that it’s not your religion that’s important, but your heart. The Bible after all, was writte by man.” He stood quietly for a moment before continuing. “Not that I don’t believe that it’s true mind you, but I refuse to believe that God would only choose such a small percent of the population to go to Heaven when they die.”

“That and we’d be screwed,” Ruben said with a small laugh and Zeke chuckled.

“How true.” He replied and then looked at Sam, his eyes focused. “You should put your name on the list.” Zeke turned, picking his own list off the sofa and setting it on the counter. He crossed off Sam, Lex and Callie’s names, and then highlighted Willow’s and Dominica’s in yellow, and Alex and Adam in green before adding the name Mark Hoppus in black pen at the bottom. “Who’d have thought that your name sakes would have done so well,” he said as Hoppus jumped at his feet. He sneezed and pet the puppies head before hanging the list back on the fridge.

“What’s that?” Sam asked Ruben, nodding towards Zeke, his voice soft.

“He makes lists,” Ruben replied. “I don’t get it. I have no idea what they’re for, but they’re important. I know that.”

“Like Dominica and her maps,” Sam said softly to himself and let out a huff of air as Callie suddenly vaulted into his lap, showering his face with kisses. There was no way to keep himself from smiling and Zeke just looked at Ruben, his gaze happy, truly happy, for the first time in two weeks.
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Tom--Thanks for the Memories

“Hey Mark,” Tom yells over the throngs of fans in the audience.

“What?”

“I think your idea about coming out here and doing naked interpretive dance before our shows is pretty lame.”

“Hey, you know, the naked part might be inappropriate but my interpretive dance is gonna blow people’s minds!”

“Hey, Mark,” Tom shouts.

“What now?” Mark responds, looking over at Tom and shaking his head amiably.

“You horny?”

“I told you, Tom, I’m not gay, give it a rest.”

“I’ve got a song about fucking dogs, if you wanna hear it.” Addressing the audience, Tom yells, “You guys wanna hear it??”

The stadium erupts into louder screams and applause. “Well, good,” Mark smirks, “cuz we’d have played it anyway!”

A smile played at the corner of Tom’s lips as he lay in his makeshift hospital bed. His mind had roamed freely since slipping into a coma. He could hear what was going on around him, but he couldn’t respond. Most of the time, though, he was lost in his own stream of consciousness and memories. As he was now.

Now they were at an interview. Tom was gaga over aliens and conspiracy theories about aliens. He was desperate to turn Mark into a believer.

“Is that what Tom said?” Mark laughed. “Oh, no. You know what? I’m going to say that aliens don’t exist. Just to upset him.”

Tom laughs. “Bastard. Hey, what do you call meet and greets?”

“’Meet and creeps’, cuz you meet all these creepy people.” Feigns shuddering. “And they all wanna kiss you and hug you!”

“You really can’t run away, either,” Tom says. “Europe is bad. No deodorant!”

Tom actually laughs softly now, and a nurse nearby turns to look at him, not sure if she’s really heard what she thinks she heard. When no further sound escapes from Tom’s lips, she assumes that she was hearing things, and moves past him, on to the next patient.

Now Mark is on crutches. He climbed up a street light pole the very first time he met Tom, at Tom’s house. He jumped off and cracked both heels. Showing off just didn’t pay on that occasion. Mark was on crutches for three weeks. He and his mother laugh at the memory as they tell a camera crew all about it.

Tom is holding Mark’s son Jack and Mark is holding Ava. They are just 21 days apart. They’re both so little and Mark and Tom are both so grateful to have them arrive in the world safe and sound. Skye and Sophie look on, faces glowing as their husbands fawn over the babies.

Tom opens his mouth, forming a word that he cannot speak. His hand opens, then closes again. No one sees it.

“I am the por-cu-PINE!” Mark says, playing around in huge sunglasses and a net shirt as they prepare to shoot the video for All the Small Things. “I’m certified club boy. I love to go clubbin’ ever’ night. I’m in LA, New York, London, Tokyo…everywhere! Cuz I’m the por-cu-PINE!”

As the memories swirl around him, Tom feels more at peace. For some reason, he hasn’t been allowed to go home. He had been feeling lost and alone, but when the memories came, he felt calm wash over him like warm water. When the memories fade into the background, he sometimes hears Ruben’s voice, and feels his hand on top of his own. Ruben didn’t understand why Tom had done what he’d done. Tom didn’t understand it, either. He just knew that it was what he was supposed to do
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Rubén/Sam/Zeke/Cat – Best Not to Ask

There was a knocking at the door and Rubén got up from the couch to answer it, with as busy as things had been there were always people coming and going at the house, so this was nothing knew, it truly seemed to be the center of things here in town, if it wasn’t John then it was Karen or Derek or someone else needing help or information. Rubén opened the door, “Cat, I didn’t expect to see you back so soon, how is the Radio Station.” Rubén asked as Cat walked in, seeing Zeke, Sam and the kids. “Well I got it all cleaned up and working, this Tom fella did a pretty impressive job, but the killer was the loop you had going, I mean Daughtry, really Rubén?” Rubén looked at the room he felt his face flush, “what I like him and he’s cute, got that nice sexy bald head going. You know I saw him in concert once, he’s really talented.” Sam rolled his eyes covering Callie’s ears well Zeke and Cat laughed.

Cat shock his head, “fine I’ll fu…” he stopped then started again seeing the kids, “I’ll remember that for when I’m broadcasting. Actually I came because I wanted to find out if you had anything you wanted to report, I went to the command tent and they said to check in here with you guys?” Zeke shook his head, Rubén was sure there were things Zeke wanted to say, but now wasn’t the time. “Well you can let folks know that the schools will be open in a few days (including the college and high school) and the medical center is in need of carpenters, electricians and any other craftsperson that are willing to help. It’s been relocated and we are working on making it a functioning hospital, we are looking for people who might have been paramedics, or fire rescue as well, anything skills like that are in need.”

“Don’t forget about the council and the election.” Zeke said looking at the others and Rubén nodded. “Yep, can’t forget that.”

“And doctors for the puppies and kitties, the animals need help too.” Lex said looking up from his playing.

Sam nodded, “That actually is a really good point, vets, if there are any vets, they are going to be needed, livestock and domestic animals will need care to make we have a sound food supply.” Cat wrote down a few notes, “good.”

“What’s the deal with this council anyway?” Cat asked looking at them from his notes Rubén thought he must have had a journalism background.

“Well we need a civilian government and the only way to get that is to have an election, so we’ll be creating a council that the people vote in; 7 members so there won’t be a tie on important matters. The Military will report to them, the hope is it will give people a sense of community and home. It’s going to be basic at first till we figure things out, but that is jist, like Zeke said Cat, you should sign up, you too Sam.” Both men looked at him. “Think it over.” Zeke said giving them a look like once their names where on the list they were almost a sure thing for the council.

“Grandpa on the council with unca Zeke….Yeah!!!” Lex said clapping his hands as one of the puppies, Barker Rubén thought, tackled him to Lex’s delight and giggles.

“Well I don’t know about that.” Sam said looking around suddenly not feeling very comfortable with being here, life was easier on the bus, “Seems to me there is a lot or work that needs to be done not to mention getting Domenica and Willow back from that woman.” Sam said a little gruffer he might not think he had a chance with Domenica but that didn’t mean he didn’t care any less, he wanted her safe and with them.

“She’s just misguided.” Zeke said softly looking at them all his tone gentle he almost had a smile when he said it.

“Misguided or not, she’s got a well trained army of followers and…”

Zeke held up his hand, “tell it to John or Darren. I don’t want to hear it, not here in my house, this is a violence free zone.”

Rubén looked at both Sam and Cat, “better not to ask.” Sam frowned really not liking that answer, “You say that a lot.” Rubén nodded, “I know and I’m sorry. It’s all so crazy, so much of it doesn’t make any sense, but then at the same time it explains so much; the visions, the lists, knowing things you shouldn’t know, the feelings. It’s like we all have a purpose and to question it seems almost wrong, does that make sense?”

“About as much sense as Domenica’s map and us getting here, not to mention the land bridge giving way right after we passed don’t think I missed that, it was darn right creepy.” Sam said trying to make sense of it all. “We should go find Lt. Johnson and see about mounting a recue or something, we know they went east and I’m sure they won’t be that hard to find.” Zeke shook his head and left the room heading into the kitchen. Rubén looked over at then, “You need to understand about Zeke, he’s, well violence isn’t his way, it hurts him, to think that people can be that cruel. It’s difficult for him, he’s a pacifist, he understands the need, but that doesn’t mean he likes it. I can’t really explain it, it’s almost like it physically hurts him.” Sam looked at him a bit set back, “wait he’s a gay, pacifist…great. He’s some tree-hugging-hippy-Iowa…”

Rubén looked at him, “you sure you want to finish that comment?” Sam sighed and stopped, Rubén smiled, “plus it get’s better, he’s also a vegan.” Cat couldn’t help but laugh, “Brilliant.” Sam said looking at the kids. Who weren’t paying any attention to the adults? “So just keep that in mind when your around him, he wont’ say anything, never does, but it bother’s him even if he won’t show it or say anything.” Sam nodded thinking, trying to take it all in, “Wait, isn’t his brother?” Rubén nodded, “the Captain who currently runs the military, yes that would be his older brother.”

“Wow.” Cat said, “Nothing alike.”

“Nah they both are really sweet and nice and they both have the same crocked smile.” Rubén said thinking how he thought the same thing at first, but as he spent more time with them he started to see how and where they were related. “Ubén can we take the puppies outside?” Lex asked and Rubén smiled, “Sure why don’t we go out in back and all get some fresh air.” Rubén suggested and they all went to the back door, passing the kitchen where Zeke had gone to cook. The dogs, the kids, Cat and Sam made their way to the backyard Rubén lagged behind for a minute seeing Zeke at the cooktop. He walked over and rapped his arms around him, “You alright?” Zeke nodded, “I’m fine.” His voice was pleasant, “THHIF.” Zeke said with a little grin. Rubén kissed his check, “What?” Rubén thought about it for a second and then chuckled, “Oh nice.” Zeke grinned then Rubén got serious for a second, “I know this is difficult, but…” Zeke turned and smiled, “I know, It’s fine.” Rubén nodded not wanting to push the issue, “Open the fridge.” Zeke said and Rubén looked at him strange and walked to the refrigerator and opened it; there was a six pack of beer, “When?” Zeke grinned. “Go out sit with them and talk the more they feel welcome the better off they’ll be.”

Rubén grabbed the beers and looked at Zeke, “No chance there are steaks in there too?” Zeke smiled, “um…no.” Rubén shrugged, “Had to ask. I guess I’m good with this.” He said grabbing a couple more juice boxes for the kids and walked out the back door.

The door closed and he looked at the guys sitting there, “The rest of the country is scorched, burned trees, burned ground and this place.” Sam said shaking his head, “A lot of the area was scorched that’s how most people died, but some areas where left green, it’s pretty amazing, it’s like the hand of God covered Ankeny and protected it as much as he could.” Rubén said handing the juice boxes to Lex and Callie and then handing a beer to each Cat and Sam. “Wait we can drink?” Cat said smiling and Rubén sighed, “Zeke doesn’t drink or smoke of course.”

“So then what’s with the beers?” Sam said taking a sip of his cool beer he looked at Rubén “wait better not to ask.” Rubén burst out laughing and nodded, “pretty much. This is the first time I’ve seen alcohol in the house, but only one six pack so I suggest we don’t abuse it or it might be the last six pack we ever see.” Rubén looked at them, “I know you guys must have a ton of questions and I’ll do my best to answer them with what I know, but really I’m as much in the dark as you are, although I do know we need to get Ankeny up and running and we have to get Domenica and Willow back, not because of why they were taken but because I know, I feel deep down, they are important and we need them. So anything I can do to help you can count on me.”
May it be said, when the sun sets on your life, you made a difference.
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Willow/Mark/Dominica/Misty - Green is Good


“Willow?” Dominica asked, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” she replied snapping back to the present after having spaced off. “Do you think you could get me some seeds?”

“Seeds?”

“She wants to start a garden,” Mark replied. “It’s not a bad idea, keeping ourselves busy so that we don’t just dwell on… well you know. Hell if I could get my hands of a guitar, but I’ll settle for a garden. Anything to keep my mind busy.”

Willow nodded. “Everything is so bleak here, dreary and dead and… hopeless,” she said. “We’re all connected with Mother Earth, when she hurts, we hurt. When she sings, we sing.” Willow said, smiling gently as she spoke. “Her heart and our hearts are one, and right now,” she stood up and walked over to the window, a thin layer of dirt falling from the skirt of her dress onto the floor. “Right now she’s hurting, and that’s hurting us.”

“It’s the Hippie,” Mark said sitting down into a warn chair.

“Shut up,” she said turning and scowling at Mark and then looking at Dominica. “Seriously, Dominica. People do better when things are green. When there’s life around us, instead of all this death,”

Dominica nodded. “Fair enough, I can see what you’re getting at.” She jotted down the idea in her notebook. “Is there anything else that would, make things better?”

“Freedom,” Mark said without hesitation. “We all realize what our jobs are, it’s hard to forget. Especially with the cameras and guards barging into the houses reminding us of our so called duties.”

“Wait, the guards,”

“Yeah,” Mark said. “Lots of fun.” He ran his hand back and forth over his head. “We know what we have to do to stay out of the recreation tents. We’re not stupid, but being locked up in these houses, it’s going to get old fast. They’ve got the guns, they’ve got the fences, what’s the hard in us socializing? In being human, you know?”

“Well I would imagine that Rita’s more nervous about people bonding together and revolting.” Dominica said.

“Not hard to imagine,” Willow replied and she returned to her seat, tucking her legs under her and looking at her fingernails, at the dirt embedded under them. “But maybe if we had a park, there’s that empty lot across the street,” she said. “In back of the house, maybe we could all pitch in, make it like a community project? This one year, at the commune, everything was dying. The weather was bad, all the grass was brown, the animals had fled the area… and people were getting impatient, angry, frustrated. So my father and a couple of the men dug up one of the fields and started a rock garden.” She smiled softly at the memory, almost wistfully. “It wasn’t anything fancy, but the children, we all started to paint rocks, our mothers designed them into elaborate plans, our fathers,” she laughed softly “it was beautiful, and there was so much light, and love…”

“So what, you want to turn our little breeding farm into another commune?” Mark asked.

“I’m just saying that it would be good for us.” She said. “For the moral. Look, none of us want to be here. I’m not going to lie Dom, none of us do. Just like no one wants to be in those fucking recreation tents. No one wanted the world to be like this, but it is.” She said with a sigh. “There’s nothing we can do about it. So why not make the best of it?” She looked at Dominica, her eyes clear trying to portray what she really wanted. Though everything that she said was true, she also wanted this as a chance to get to know the other people inside the compound. Get to bond with them, know the strong ones, the smart ones, and be able to communicate in some way out of sight of the cameras.

Maybe they could work out signals, wants to talk to each other, plan with each other in ways that Rita wouldn’t notice or understand. Her eyes moved over to Misty, who she had a feeling could see where she was coming from and what she wanted to do. Misty was a fighter, a survivor and she was trapped just like she and Mark were. She was looking for a way out, a way to manipulate the situation just like she was.

“I think it’s a good idea,” Misty said “and it might, you know, boost fertility if everyone is happier.”

Dominica nodded. “I’ll see what I can do about getting you some supplies, okay? Maybe you can head up the project?”

“I’d love to,” Willow said. “Mark’s great and landscaping, you should see what his yard was like in Los Angeles.”

“It wasn’t anything compared to yours,” Mark replied. “Your agapanthus plants were amazing. The way that they circled that shrine that you had?”

Willow smiled, bowing her head feeling a tinge of embarrassment. “Well I’ve always had something of a green thumb.”

“Misty,” Dominica said looking at her “I want you in charge of distributing the supplies, making sure that they get what they need. I’ll get this cleared by Rita. It’s a good idea, it really is.”

“We’ll stick to the schedules. We’ll keep our end of the bargain.” Mark said.

Dominica nodded. “I’ll see what I can do about getting you a guitar too.” She said with a smile and tapped her pen on her pad of paper. It was out of the blue, and it seemed totally random and yet… it seemed totally right.
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Domenica/Rita – Meeting

“So that is the basic idea, I think it would make sense and you could kill two birds with one stone, you could have them help our food stocks by making them responsible for growing some of there own food you could even let them raise small farm animals, I thinking chickens, it wouldn’t be enough of course, but it would be something. Also, with the addition of a community gardens it would make this place look a lot nicer…more homey more green.” Domenica said, it was like being in one of her meetings at work with the old General Manager at Disney, she would pitch the idea and hope for the best, normally she would get what she wanted, but with Rita who knew.

Rita looked at her and nodded, “You’re really jumping into this head on.” She said with a proud smile and Domenica looked at her, “Well much like everyone else we have a job to do and I’m going to do it.” Rita smiled, “even if you don’t fully agree and pine for the fools to the west?” Rita said very casual as she got up and popped open a can of diet soda. Domenica felt the lump in her throat and Rita took a sip of her soda, “Honey, honey, honey.” Rita said walking over to Domenica who was still sitting in her chair, “I know and it’s ok, really. Change will come with time, your mind was corrupted by a false god, it’s not going to be easy I never thought it would be. I’m here to help you, you’re a Chosen and nothing can alter that, you’re special.” Rita said with a larger then life smile, there were moments where Domenica hated her with a passion, seeing how she treated people how she forced them to live, how she forced her to live, but then there were moments like this where Rita seemed to care and want her to like her and it was, at times like this, difficult to not like Rita.

Domenica looked at her, “But how do you know? You’re brilliant and look what you’ve done in such a short time, how do you know we’re in the right, that this is the correct path god has for us?” Domenica asked her voice pensive and careful, this was the first time she questioned Rita and she knew that no one every questioned Rita. Rita thought for a moment her finger tapping on the can of diet soda, “Faith. I can feel what we’re doing is God’s work.”

Domenica though carefully and knew pressing it anymore would be deadly, “I question everything, I guess I don’t trust myself like you do.” Rita smiled, “You’ll learn, with me here, you’ll learn.”

Domenica looked at her paperwork in front of her she saw that she was tapping her pen, another nervous habit, “I still need to go and check the rec center and see how they’re doing. I talked to Owen and told him you approved better food and liquor for them.” Rita nodded, “Good Girl. Now what if we allow them special trips to these new green zones, do you think that will help brighten their days.” Domenica gulped, “anything that shows them that we care, that God cares, I’m sure will help them adjust.” Rita looked at her nails and then looked at Domenica, “Oh God doesn’t care about them, we just need to keep them happy so they will serve his chosen well. Well enough of this work stuff. I have something special planned for us today.”

Domenica looked at her the idea that the rec people, the men and woman like Edward where not worthy of Gods love sickened her, was she the only one that knew better, that knew that God loved everyone even these people here, even Rita, she forced a perky smile, “one more thing.” She said forcing a cheerful voice, “if you’ll indulge me?” She added quickly. Rita looked at her with wide eyes and a smile that could charm the Devil himself, “Sure.”

“The schedule you have the ‘breeding’ teams on. I’m worried that you won’t get the best results, men, as much as they love sex, 6 times a day?” Rita held up her hand, “I know where you’re going with that and I agree, I was talking to one of the doctors today, Dr. Stork, it’s too much so we’re cutting them back to once a day per each partner, when a partner becomes pregnant then the focus will be once a day with the non pregnant partners. Also, we cut this testing them routine every day, I thought it would be a good idea, but the particle applications are just a nightmare do you have any idea how many pregnancy tests we’ve gone though in just a week?” Rita said shaking her head, “In our rush to rebuild the world we didn’t think things out fully.” Domenica listened carefully to what Rita was saying in the hopes to learn something, maybe hear a hint of doubt, “So once a day with each partner and what, once every two weeks for testing?” Rita nodded, “That’s what that new plan is, should give everyone a little more free time to work in their yards and your community gardens, and the men will get a chance to build up their juices a little better.” Rita said with a laugh tossing her hair over her shoulder.

“Now come on.” She said grabbing Domenica’s arm and pulling her out of the chair leaving the paperwork and everything they were discussing in the office.

They moved quickly down the hall and out of the office building, they were in the original part of Davenport, much of the small city had been destroyed, what wasn’t in ruins’ was quickly being fix back up, “It’s going to be a glorious place. I can see it all.” Rita said smiling as they walked down the street. “I had my priorities of course and that’s where we’re going, now close your eyes and no peaking.” Rita said stopping Domenica beaming from ear to ear, “How will I see where I’m going?” Rita looked at her, “you’ll have to trust me.”

Domenica closed her eyes, hopping that Gods light would continue to protect her, she felt Rita move her alone the street slowly and in what seemed like an eternity they came to a stop. She heard a door open and Rita moved her in and directed her to sit. “Ok now open.” Rita said and Domenica waited just a second and opened her eyes it took her a minute before her eyes adjusted and she couldn’t believe where they were she was sitting. “I saw your nails the other night and well, I knew you were like me, mani and pedi once a week right?” Domenica looked at her and nodded, she was gobsmacked, they were in a beauty salon and spa, it was cleaned up and looking perfect. Rita took a seat next to her, “This is going to be so much fun a real girls day.” She said clapping her hands and what seemed to be an army of salon workers appeared.

“Believe it or not they found me, each one. God sent them to me.” Rita smiled looking at the men and woman as they began to come over and start to work on the women. “You know I was thinking.” Rita said as one of the men slipped off her shoes and got her feet soaking, “maybe as a reward for the pregnant women they get to come here once a month for a treatment. What do you think?” Domenica was still in a bit of shock finally snapping out of it when her foot was placed in the nice warm water. “Um sure.” She finally managed to say; temptation, it was all about temptation and seduction and she knew it, that is how she knew this was the work of the dark one, it was one of his tricks, but Rita didn’t see it, how was she going t make her see it. “Oh god, this is wonderful.” Rita said, “So Will, you and he…” She said looking at Domenica raising her eyebrows with a happy smile on her face.

“Um, no. I mean it hasn’t felt right.” Domenica said, she knew what Rita was talking about and hopped that it wouldn’t become a new requirement of her job. Rita nodded, “oh give him a go, he’s amazing and…” Rita leaned in and spoke in whisper, “hung like a bull and I’ve only seen him soft mind you.” Rita said her own face flushing at the thought then she laughed a little gitty.

She looked at Domenica turning very serious, “but don’t you worry, he won’t try anything, he’s there to take care of you, watch after you and if that means he’s alone with his hand, then so be it.” Domenica took a heavy gulp and smiled, “Thank you.” Rita smiled, “Hey you’re my girl I have to watch your back right?” Domenica forced a Disney smile and nodded, “I’m very lucky.” Rita nodded, “we both are.” She said leaning back in the salon chair, “oh that reminds me how’s your Handmaid?” Rita asked as a woman put a mask over her eyes. “My what?” Domenica asked.

“Your Handmaid, come on Dom you must’ve seen that movie, anyway Pixy or whatever her name is, your servant?” Rita said enjoying the treatment she was getting and just making ideal chatter.

“Oh Misty. She’s fine, not happy about the chains.” Domenica said figuring out who Rita was talking about, she was still stuck on this Handmaid thing she wished she had ‘Google’ to look up Handmaid to find out what the hell Rita was talking about, but she didn’t. Rita let out a laugh and Domenica continued, “About that, when can I remove the chains? It would be a lot more helpful …” Rita started to laugh louder and took off the mask and looked at Domenica, “Oh God that, as soon as I know she isn’t going to try and plan some revolt against me, I would have just put her in the rec center, but, well God told me to have her assigned to you, funny that, but as you know I don’t question the word of god. Anyway, I don’t want to talk about that. Tell you what, give her a choice, chains or a shock collar, let me know what happens. Next topic.” Rita said leaning her head back and putting the mask back on. Domenica frowned and thought about Misty; sorry Misty.
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Misty had to admit, it was a great idea. Having something to work on, besdies fucking each other, might benefit the group.

She was reminded of the movie The Last Castle, were Robert Redford had the rest of the prisoners build the old castle wall. The prisoners eventually became united, and led a revolt against James Gandolfini. It was a great movie.

"Erica!" Misty blurted out, then blushed when everyone looked at her.

"Whose Erica?" Willow asked, curious.

"Um, Erica was one of the women in the trailer that brought me here. She knows sign language, and I thought..."

"That maybe she'd be able to help us come up with a hiden code we can all use." Domenica finished, "That's brilliant, Misty!"

Misty blushed, proud of herself, "Now all we have to do is find out where she's been."

"That might take awhile," Willow said,. "There's got to be hundreds of women here."

"For all we know, shes already in the birthing area, or she got stuck in the rec tents." Mark said.

Misty shuddered, hoping that wasn't so. She still wasn't one hundred percent sure what went on in the rec tents, but she had heard stories, and none of them good.

"Still, we can try to find her," Domenica said, "I'll see if I can't spread the word about her."

"We still need supplies for our gardening," Willow said, looking at Misty, "You'll make a list?"

"Of course!" Misty nodded, "I'll get on it right away!"

Domenica handed her a paper and pen, and Misty sat down at the table, running the supplies they might need in her head. Her chains rattled as she wrote, and she rubbed her wrist, longing for the day they could come off.

There was a knock o the door, and Mark went to open it, "Excuse me, but is there a Misty in there with you?"

"Bridgette!" Misty exclaimed, rising from the table, her chains rattling as she ran over to embrace her friend and lover.

They laughed, hugging each other, happy to finally see each other again.

"Look at you!" Misty said, "You look good, all things considered!"

"And you!" Bridgette said, "I'm so glad to see you!"

Misty noticed a man standing behind Bridgette. He was wearing the white shirt and black oants of a breeder. He was shyly looking down, hands in his pockets.

Bridgette noticed were Misty was looking, then noticed everyone else in the room, "I think some introductions are in order." She whispered into Misty's ear.

"Right," Misty nodded, standing apart from Bridgette, looking around the room, "everyone, this is Bridgette, my girlfriend."

There were polite nods from the others as Misty introduced Willow, Domenica, and Mark in turn. "And who is that there?" Willow asked, pointing to the breeder behind Bridgette.

Bridgette suddenly looked uncomfortable, "Everyone, this is Danny, he's my....harem leader."

Misty was fairly sure she hadn't heard that right. Everyone smiled and nodded at Danny, who seemed unsure of all the attention he was receiving. Willow led him into the kitchen, offering him something to eat, and Mark and Dom, sensing Bridgette needed to talk to Misty, excused themselves from the room.

Misty looked at Bridgette, who wasn't quite meeting her eyes. "Come on, sit down," Misty urged, leading bridgette over to the table, "What's been going on?"

Bridgette took a deep breath, "I'm sorry, baby, I couldn't help it," tears streamed down her cheeks, surprising Misty. Bridgette had never been one for tears. "You know what they do to us here?"

Misty nodded, looking over at Danny, who was eating a few cookies Willow had procured for him, "Are you telling me that you and him...."

Bridgette nodded, sniffling, "I didn't want to, I really didn't, but they left me no choice."

Somehow, Misty had known it had happened, but she didn't want to think it was true. Hearing Bridgette confess, however, Misty found she wasn't mad.

As Bridgette buried her face in her arms, Misty reached over, taking Bridgette's hand into her own, "Bridgette, listen to me."

Bridgette looked up, her eyes red.

"I don't blame you," She said, "And I'm not mad. You did what you had to to survive."

Bridgette hiccoughed, looking at Bridgette, "Your sure?"

"As long as he's treating you ok," Misty said, "Don't worry about it. I love you, and you love me. Whatever happens to us here, won't ever change that."

Bridgette smiled, wiping her eyes, "Thank you. I knew you would understand."

"Hell, I'd probbaly do the same thing if I was in your place," Misty said, looking at Danny again, "That man is sexy as hell."

"Oh, God, I know," Bridgette said, eyes glazing over, "And God, he is good in bed." She turned a mischevious smile as Misty, "Can we keep him?"

"Misty laughed, "When we get out of here, of course."

"Oh, and you gotta meet my other roommates, Lilly and Sasha. You'll like them, especially Lilly."

For a few moments, Misty and Bridgette exchanged stories, telling each other about the people they''d met, and things they had seen. Misty told Bridgette about the garden idea, and she seemed to like it.

"Listen," Bridgette said, after a while, "I have to go soon, but before I go, I wanted you to know, I think we can trust Danny. I'm not too sure about the other girls, but Danny for sure."

Misty nodded, "I understand."

Bridgette squeezed Misty's hand, smiling bravely. "I have to go now, but I'll try to be back to visit you tommorow, ok?"

Allright," Misty said, not wanting her lover to leave, but understanding circumstances didn't afford them that luxury. Bridgette rounded up Danny, said goodbye, and left.

Misty stared as she went, and then got back to work on the list, glad to have something to occupy her thoughts.
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"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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Zeke looked out the glass door leading to the deck seeing Ruben sitting with Sam and Cat, laughing as the kids ran around in the grass with the puppies. He leaned back agaisnt the counter, his fingers wrapping around the edge and he let out a long breath, his gaze looking up towards the ceiling for a moment before he turned and went to chopping up the tomatoes he’d pulled out of the fridge of the sauce.

He was tired, down to the core tired and it would be a long time before he could rest again, if ever. That, he supposed, was one of the down sides to being someone like him, whatever he was. It didn’t matter though, he’d finally rest when he was dead. He’d never minded being busy, but he did miss the quiet time, sitting out in the grass and watching the ladybugs crawl over his bare feet, watching the moon stretch across the horizon as the night grew long. Now though, he paused mid cut and decided that he would just simply have to find the time to do those things.

It wouldn’t always be like this, so non-stop and crazy. They were only two weeks into this life changing event. Things were only just getting started.

Sometimes though, sometimes he felt overwhelmed by the whole thing, by everything he felt that he was supposed to do. If it weren’t for Ruben… he couldn’t do this without him, he just couldn’t.

Zeke thought about the council that people were singing up for, that they’d be voting for shortly. He’d signed up just because it’s what John and Ruben had wanted, not because he wanted to be on it. In fact, it was the very last thing that he wanted. His heart wasn’t in the idea, and he prayed that God wouldn’t do that to him. Hadn’t he gone through enough? He’d do it though if he had to. If it was His will, then he would do it.

Of course it could also NOT be His will… that’s how he worked after all. By temptations and tricks… no, Zeke knew what he was meant to do. The correct path was always brightly lit for him and he knew what he needed to do. It was just a question of everyone else understanding it. It was easy for Zeke to accept things, because no matter how difficult the matter might be, he’d always had a sense of calm and rightness about it. A simple fact that he knew that he was making the right move, no matter how hard it was.

Of course, things were changing now. Things would not always be so clear.

How was he supposed to tell them that? How was he supposed to say that even for him, things were starting to get murky? Yes, there were things that he could still see as brightly as if they were illuminated by a spotlight, but there were other things where… things that he couldn’t see so clearly.

There were times he felt like a fool, when he felt small and insecure, when he felt paranoid and afraid though he never let it show. He knew that was just the weakness inside of him.

Raising the cutting board, he slid the tomatoes into the hot pan, adding some fresh garlic and basil as well. It was just a matter of faith, he told himself as he picked up the spoon and stirred up the sauce. Just a matter of faith, though there were times…

No, he thought with a shake of his head. This wasn’t like him. Questioning himself? His beliefs? What he had to do? He knew the path that he had to take. He just had to have the courage to take it.

Turning down the heat on the stove, he poured himself a glass of ice tea and added in a few cubes of ice before heading out to the deck to socialize. As he opened the door and his eyes met Ruben’s all of his worries seemed to flitter away, and he smiled.

“Dinner should be ready in an hour.”




OOC: Sucks ass, but I ran out of time. I'm sorry.
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Willow/Bark/Bridgette - Hope is a three letter word


“So what do you think?”

“About?” Mark asked stretching his legs out in front of him as he leaned back in his seat.

“Did your mother drop you in your head as a baby?” She asked, cocking her head. “Put bourbon in your bottle?”

“No but she fed me lead based paint,” he said with a slight smile and he chuckled as she threw a pillow at him from the sofa where she was still sitting. Neither had moved since Dominica and Misty had left. “What do you think?” He asked looking at Bridgette.

“It’s a good idea,” Bridgette replied. “The garden,” her eyes drifted towards the small camera in the corner. “Is that what we’re talking about?” She leaned back against Danny, more for show than anything. She folded her arms. One hand she balled up into a fist and brought her thumb to her mouth, leaning her head forward slightly.

Willow noted it and smiled. “You got that right,” she said flicking her hand over her face in a casual waving gesture wondering is Misty would catch on. One of the children that she’d grown up with had been deaf, so sign language, though rusty, was something that she could do to an extent. It had been years since she’d used it, and she knew that they couldn’t use traditional ASL. Chances were Rita would have someone that would know it. But there were a few gestures that could be hidden as casual moves as long as they didn’t form sentences. The move that Bridgette did, if she remembered right, was something like ‘secret’, to which her response had been ‘subtle’. Subtler would have been a better reply but when Bridgette smiled she knew that she got the message.

“Where’d you go to school?” She asked. What she wanted to do was use the sign for ‘learn’ but there was no way to casually cover that.

Bridgette shrugged, and cocked her head to the side. “Here and there, moved around a lot, had a lot of friends. You speak any other languages? I’ve always found those interesting.”

Willow laughed. “Not really,” she said. “Adam tried to teach me French once, but that was a losing battle. I just get a translation book to take with me. Mark’s the linguist around here.”

“Wait, what?” He asked, utterly confused. He really felt like he was missing something, and he wasn’t sure what that was. It was like he was missing a part of the conversation.

“Languages,” Willow said. “We’re talking about languages.”

“Oh yeah, I’m fluent in… English and… English.” He said with a chuckle. “Fuck what I wouldn’t give for a guitar.” He tapped his fingers lightly on the arm of the chair beating out a rhythm to something that was forming in his head.

“Musicians, gotta love them.” Willow replied with a heavy sigh, thinking about Adam. “You know what I always played with on the compound? Smoke signals.”

“Like the Indians?” She asked.

“It’s cool,” Mark said. “You remember that night we spent on the bus getting stoned and trying to make them with our joints?” His fingers kept tapping absently as he spoke. Were they talking about what he thought that they were talking about? He might have missed the casual gestures, but the topic of languages, smoke signals… what was next? Ancient runes? He could see what they were getting at, or at least what he thought they were getting at. Subtle forms of communication, things that could easily be missed and explained away.

Willow laughed and tossed her hair over her shoulder. “Oh God, was that the night I table danced?”

“Skye kicked my ass so bad when she found out.” Mark replied, laughing. It felt good to laugh. It was good memory, a good night. For the first time in two weeks he was able to say his wife’s name without feeling like he was being stabbed in the heart. Fuck it, he thought, might as well give it a shot and see if he was on the right track. “You still doing Tarot? All that rune shit that you used to do?”

“That rune shit,” Willow said looking at him, her expression falling serious “is my religion thank you, but yes, yes I do. I can probably teach you. Piss Rita off to no end, spreading the heathen word around the campus.”

“You might get yourself arrested,” Bridgette said with a smile.

“Hand me that,” she said to Mark nodding to the pad of paper and pen next to him. “Look,” she said writing three symbols.

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“What’s that?” Bridgette asked walking forward as Willow turned the paper towards her to look at. “What does it say?”

Willow smiled and met her eyes and then looked at Mark. “It means hope.” She set the pen down and sat back into her seat. “I was thinking we should put it in the garden.”
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Rubén/Zeke/Darren – Alone Time

Darren sipped at his tea, which almost made Rubén bust a gut, here he was a Lieutenant in the army sitting with two gay men, drinking tea, trying to look tough and rough in a town house alone and in a clean pair of battle fatigues, his M16 resting next to him. Zeke didn’t say a word when he saw the weapon, he still invited Darren in and offered him a cup of hot tea Rubén was sure he would have pissed himself if Rubén offered him a one of his vegan cookies. This was definitely the new world. “Anyway so that’s pretty much all about me.” He said with a sigh then looked at them for the real reason he came here, “Look I talked to you’re brother, he’s a good man a good leader.” Zeke nodded proud to hear the praise about his brother, “That he his, are you enjoying the tea?” Zeke said with a smile; warmth and sincerity filling the room. Darren smiled putting the tea cup down. “It’s tea.” He said not sure really how to respond to that question.

He looked at them, “The Captain is letting me oversee the mission you want us to go on to Fort Dodge so I thought I would come and see if there was any additional information you could give me.” Zeke sighed, he didn’t want this, he never wanted this, but he pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to Darren, “Everything I know is on that piece of paper Lieutenant. I don’t know anymore.” Darren unfolded the note and scanned it, he folded it up and put it in his own pocket, his body language said there was more to this visit then just coming for the information on Fort Dodge.

Rubén looked at him, “Darren is there something else?” Darren looked to Rubén and then to Zeke. The words escaped him before he could stop them, “why is this happening? I mean I know you don’t have all the answers, but the thing with Domenica, trusting her, well it was easy, it was directions like a GPS, but now, this…the thing with that LR woman, coming here, meeting you, this town, how?”

Zeke took a sip of his own tea, after lunch Cat headed back to the Radio station and Sam took the kids, the puppies and the Goliath out to walk around and see what was happening here see if they could learn anything, at least that is what Sam said, but Rubén wasn’t so sure. “I can’t explain it, I’m sorry.” Zeke said looking at him and Darren went to stand up, “Alight.” Rubén saw the look on his face, “Wait Lieutenant.” Rubén said, Darren looked at Rubén and sat back down, “I know how difficult this all is, trust me I understand I really do. But how I look at it, if this helps you, is as long as we all work together for the betterment of the people here, then what does it matter how we figure it all out. The things we’re doing are important to help keep people going, building a sense of community among complete strangers from all walks of life, helping each other. It more then survival at this point, it’s about living and growing. That is something to grasp onto, even if you don’t believe or understand the rest of it.”

Darren studied him a minute and nodded, “I just don’t like feeling like a pawn I like to think I’m making my own destiny.” Rubén chuckled, “I can relate to that. I never thought I would be doing any of the things I’m doing now or things I’m going to be asked to do in the near and far future. So when I start to question and worry I think, am I helping people, am I making it any better for those around me, if I can answer yes to that then I can accept the rest.” Darren looked at his weapon and then the tea, “it’s an interesting contrast you know.” Zeke and Rubén looked at him, “I’ve had to question a lot of things over these last two weeks and I’ve had to accept even more, the worst was watching Domenica and Willow and the other ladies get taken away, but…” he picked up his gun, “you knew it had to be that way.” Rubén said watching him, Darren gave a very small nod, “I won’t bring a gun here again, it doesn’t belong in this house, it doesn’t feel right and I know you don’t like it. Thank you for the tea and the information I know it was…difficult for you.” He offered a smile and walked to the door.

Rubén opened the door for him, “Darren, if you ever want to talk, just talk like normal people or if there is anything I can help you with, please call on me. We need to be here for each other. I know why Domenica trusted you, I can see it in you, you’re a good man.” Darren nodded and walked out of the house Rubén closed the door behind him Zeke was smiling, “talk like normal people.” He said with his barrows furrowed. Rubén grinned mischievously, “You have to admit you’re not the easiest person to talk to especially to men and woman who see things as black and white; right and wrong; dead or alive.” Rubén said touching Zeke’s face gently.

Zeke nodded, “I know, I know being me…” Rubén placed a finger on his limps, “I wouldn’t have you any other way.” Rubén looked around the house, “it’s quiet again.” Zeke nodded, “It is.” He leaned into Rubén chest, “You need to rest.” Rubén said looking at Zeke seeing it in his face, hearing it in his voice, “I’m fine.” Rubén chuckled, “of course you are, come on.” Rubén said pulling back from Zeke and started to pull him up the stairs to the bedroom. “What are you doing?” Zeke asked looking at Rubén as they made their way to the bedroom, Rubén turned and looked at him, “you need to relax, you don’t think I notice but I do. Saving the world and all humanity can wait a little while for you to relax, unless I’m taking you from…” Rubén said with a quick look to the ceiling the memory of the day prior still fresh in his mind.

“No.” Zeke said smiling letting out a heavy sigh.

“Good, now take off all your close and climb into bed.” Rubén said in a very business like manner. “Excuse me?” Zeke said looking at how forward Rubén was being, it was a complete change from normal, Rubén tended to be the shier of the two when it came to these matters, he saw Rubén blush, then shake his head, “take off your clothes please and climb into bed, face down”, Rubén said walking into the bathroom grabbing a towel, “drape this over your backside.” Rubén tossed Zeke the towel, the towel missed Zeke and landed on the bed. Zeke was just standing there, “chop chop mister.” Rubén said clapping his hands together as he walked back in the bathroom and started to look for baby oil or something like that. He could hear Zeke finally undress when he heard him get on the bed and when he found a nice lotion, he returned to see Zeke lying as instructed. Rubén smiled at the site feeling his body react, and he slipped of his shoes and rolled up his sleeves.

Rubén looked around the room and turned off all but one light and closed the bedroom door, locking it and making sure the blinds let in a soft amount of light. He lit a few of the candles Zeke had in his room to warm the room up, he knew Zeke liked to meditate so finding the right music on his iPod was easy. Once things were set-up Rubén looked back at Zeke, “Comfortable.” Zeke made an ‘Mmm’ noise.

Rubén touched Zeke’s arm to let him know he was there next to him, “I’m sure you’ve had a message before. Just let me know if I do something too rough or too hard. Ok?” Rubén said as he opened the lotion bottle, “this may be a little cold sorry.” He poured some of the lotion in Zeke’s back and then poured some on his hands starting to rub his hands together to warm the lotion. Rubén positioned himself closer to Zeke and started working the lotion onto his back and shoulders.

The process was going to be long, slow and relaxing. Rubén had taken several courses on message with Heidi back in Salt Lake City, she had thought it would be a good way for him to meet people and she told him ‘you never knew when giving a really nice massage would come in handy.’ So he had gone and found he enjoyed it, he would practice on Heidi and a few of his teammates, but this was the first time he gave a message to someone he cared deeply for, it felt different to him. It would be a lie if he didn’t find the idea of giving Zeke a message arousing, but it wasn’t about him or the aching in his groin it was about giving Zeke what he needed, a little time to relax and recharge, Rubén knew Zeke was running ragged, he would catch a look or a glance or hear a gentle exhale, he would never say anything not to anyone not even to him, but Rubén knew and he had not only promised John that he would take care of Zeke but he promised himself as long as there was life in his body he would protect Zeke and care for Zeke even if that meant protecting him from himself.

As Rubén continued, he felt Zeke’s breathing and muscles slowly start to relax, Rubén continued to work Zeke’s tired body releasing the tension and knots from him and soon Zeke was asleep resting peacefully as Rubén continued massaging him.
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Sam struggled with the leashes on the dogs. In spite of some of them being puppies, they were pulling him all around in a merry chase. Callie was holding onto his hand and Lex was hopping over the cracks in the sidewalk, muttering about how he couldn't step on a crack or it would break his momma's back. Sam coralled the dogs off of the grass and back onto the sidewalk, rethinking his initial plan of how nice it would be for the kids and the dogs all out for a walk.

Sam glanced around at the idyllic setting. It really was peaceful and quiet up here. Seemingly everything that the enigmatic Zeke wanted it to be. Sam shook his head, thinking of how pathetic it was that it took a natural disaster to clean up the crime populace and make the world a better place.

Well, almost...there was rita to think about. Sam looked down at Callie, then ahead at Lex, Realizing fully that if something happened to both Willow and Adam, he'd be the only parent left. He had a passing moment of horror, thinking that, at 53, he was too stubborn and old to do what he'd done for Adam. And there were two kids now....one of them a girl....

Sam shook off the thoughts. He was improving. Old habits died hard, and he could certainly be an old sourpus when he wanted to be, but if it came to it, then it came to it. He'd do what he told Adam before he left. he would take care of the kids, to the best of his ability, for as long as he was able. In this city of Ankeny, it would certainly be possible to raise them up right. Maybe he'd find himself a woman who he could court. Someone who..

Someone who isn't Domenica His mind flared at him.

Sam frowned. He watched Lex up ahead, then let out a low whistle. Lex slowed down and let Sam and Callie and the dogs catch up to him. Sam said, "You can play, just stick close by. I might need your help with all these dogs." Lex grinned big, feeling imprtant, and sprinted ahead a little. He picked at a set of flowers allong the sidewalk's edge, Then gave a brief chase to an alarmed toad that started hopping away from him as Lex chased it, squealing with delight.

Sam just shook his head. If only domenica could see...

Sam shook his head even harder this time. What in the name of holy hell was wrong with him? She was totally, and completely, out of his league, and always would be. He was not the pick of the ltter, and that's what Domenica could have. At best he was at the bottom of the list, and likely, he wasn't even on it at all. And why was he thinking about it anyway? For all he knew, domenica was dead.

Except Zeke didn't seem to think so.

Sam nodded at that. Zeke was adamant about a rescue, and if Zeke could see things, he wouldn't mount a rescue for a corpse. Still, Sam wondered where God's plan factored into all this. Why god's plan was to have People kidnapped. Why God's plan included a leader that was a gay, hippie, tree hugging, pacifisstic....

Sam muttered aloud, "Stop that, right now." Callie looked up and siad, "Ut Anpa?" Sam said, "Nothing Callie, just muttering aloud. You know how we grandparents can be." Callie smiled and nodded, indicating that yes, she knew exactly how grandparents could be. Sam retreated back to his thoughts. Ultimately, the lord god worked in mysterious ways. And yes, God is cruel. but god is also love.

Still...

Sam felt his eyes grow wet. still...That would be a small consolation if three people he loved ended up as corpses. He hated being helpless, and while he knew that he couldn't go with Adam, and knew that he was no Clint eastwood, sitting here and not being able to do anything was a terrible feeling indeed.

Sam found himself nearing zeke's door. Inactivity was going to drive him nuts, and he'd certainly picked up on that comment made earlier. He knocked, making sure lex was back and nearby. The door opened and zeke poked his head out. he could see ruben standing behind him. They still had their pants on, so that was a plus.

Zeke said, "What can i help you with?" Sam said, "Your hospital admin said that you're in need of an electrician. I just happen to be one. But i guess you already knew that." Zeke smiled and said, "I did. I didn't want to ask, because I wanted you to have the option and not be cornered in. Don't you want to go after...?"

Sam said, "and leave the kids with who? No, I'm stuck here. as much as I'd like to help, I promised Adam, and the kids come first." Zeke nodded. He said, "We'll start making plans." Sam smiled and thanked them. He backed up with the kids and they continued on their walk.

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Alex/Adam/Burt - Rats

Back in Cherokee, Alex had sawed the end of the barrel of his shotgun of and found a battered, heavily modified Sam Browne holster in the sheriff’s office. Alex now kept the shotgun slung low around his waist and the bandoliers over both shoulders forming an “X” across his torso.

“Fuck! You drive like an old lady!” came the drunken slur from backseat. “My granny drove faster than you.”

At this point, even Alex had to admit: Burt’s constant drinking and wise cracking was getting on his nerves…the man was stealing his job. The three men had found an abandoned Motel 6 along the way, based of the map Alex had snagged at one of the gas stations, they were halfway between Fort Dodge and Storm Lake.

Burt stumbled drunkenly out of the back seat of their Jeep and Alex and Adam remained in the front briefly. Alex reached into the console and pulled free Burt’s half-full bottle of whiskey. He took a long pull and offered the bottle to Adam.

“Little something to take the edge off?”

“Thanks,” Adam said, taking an equally long pull.

“Why the fuck did I invite him with us?”

“I was just gonna ask you the same question, to be honest.”

“Well, in my defense I did love Smokey and The Bandit as a kid….of course his career’s kind of taken a shit lately…I mean, Uwe fucking Boll…what possessed him to work with that blowhard.”

“Money, probably,” Adam said, passing the whiskey bottle back to Alex, who took a long pull.

The two men sat in the Jeep, passing the bottle back and forth, drinking and just enjoying each other’s company. Once the whiskey was gone, they opened the case of beer. They each grabbed a bottle and stumbled into the room Burt had claimed for himself, standing over him.

“You thinking what I’m thinking?”

“Tie ‘im up?”

“Fuckin’ A.”

The two men clinked bottles and noticed something moving in the bed. It was a large-ish lump between Burt’s feet that seemed to be made up of several smaller lumps.

“The fuck is that?” Alex asked.

“No damn clue.” Adam approached the bed and yanked back the covers. Both men turned green and bolted for the door, vomiting along the way. In his bed, Burt’s entire lower body was mangled by the rats in his bed. His legs were chewed down to the bones in some places and some had now begun feasting on his stomach, though, Alex noted, based of the intestines hanging out…some already had.

Adam reached the door first and slammed it open, both men stood breathing and dry heaving briefly, wondering if they’d really seen what they thought they’d just seen.

“FUCK! Holy fucking fuck! Fuckin'- What the fuckin'. Fuck. Who the fuck fucked this fucking... How did those fucking fucks...FUCK!”

“Well that certainly illustrates the diversity of the word.” Alex said, hoping to break the tension, it worked and Adam grinned a little. “So…memorial service?”

“Well I sure as hell ain’t going to get him off the bed, so short of torching the place…”

“May not be a bad idea at this point, that many rats…probably took over the whole fuckin’ Motel. If we hadn’t been boozing in the Jeep we’d be rat food, literally.”

Adam briefly considered this. “Well we’ve still got some diesel and nothing to use it in…and empty booze bottles. That could work.”

“Molotov it is…ya know, you’re suggesting this makes you…”

“I swear to Christ if you say Trashcan Man from The Stand, I will deck you,” Adam said with a grin.

“Shutting up.”

Within the hour, the two men had poured gas around the hotel and Alex stood off to one side with a beer bottle. A t-shirt fragment stuck out of the top of the bottle, slightly covered in gasoline, Alex pulled out a Zippo lighter he’d grabbed from the lobby attendant’s corpse and lit the rag. He drew back and threw the bottle at the hotel. It smashed into the side of the hotel and shattered, soon the whole building was alight. “I love the smell of napalm in the morning! “ Alex whooped.

Adam shook his head, “you’re crazy bro.”

“So I’ve been told.”

“So…the rats are gone, and we’re committing arson to kill ‘em. I say we get out of here soon, find somewhere else to sleep.”

“Sounds like a plan to me,” Alex replied. The two men turned and walked towards their Jeep, the burning motel behind them. “I just thought of something…”

“I know I’m gonna regret this but, what?”

“Well…we’re two men walking towards a Jeep with a burning building behind us. I’m walking along with a sawn off shotgun slung around my waist and you’re covered in tattoos. If this isn’t something straight out of a fucking gangster movie, I don’t know what is.”

Adam stared at him for a moment, then shook his head, laughing. “You really are crazy man.”

“You said that already.”

The two men clambered back into the Jeep, Alex driving and Adam riding shotgun. They drove along the interstate, and passed a small sign reading “MOTEL 4 MI.”

“Oh thank Christ,” Alex muttered.

Four miles later they approached an old run down motel, Adam looked at it. Then back at Alex.

“Skip it?” Alex asked.

“Fuck yeah!” Adam replied and Alex gunned the engine, looking in the mirror at the sign at the end of the driveway. It was a battered old neon job that still worked, the glow as soothing yet terrifying:

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BATES MOTEL

VACANCY


Another sign read: Fort Dodge 45 MI.

“Almost there buddy,” Adam said. “We can rest up, get supplies and figure out where these fuckers went. We’ll get ‘em back bro. I promise.”

“I know,” Alex said. “Even if I have to kill everyone of those fuckers or die trying. I’m getting her back.”
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Bridgette looked at the runes, noting the fanciful design that most runes seemed to have. Bridgette was no expert in runes or hieroglyphics, but she guessed they were Celtic, or maybe Greek.

"They're lovely," Bridgette said, setting them down to look Willow in the eye, "how did you know that?"

Willow shrugged, "I had very free-spirited parents, and I picked up all kinds of things."

Bridgette grinned, "You're pretty badassed, huh?" They all laughed. Bridgette meant it, however. Willow seemed like a strong chick. If she wasn't with Misty.....

She shrugged uncomfortably, snuggling closer to Danny, who wrapped his arms around her stomach. The talk they had just had was vivid in her mind. Misty had seemed mildly hurt, but Misty had understood, at least.

"We can probably chisel the symbols ina big rock or something," Mark was saying, "Make it like a center peice, or a monument."

"If they'll trust us with a chisel," Bridgette said, "I imagine it'd be too easy to commit suicide with one of those, should the thought cross the mind."

"We can probably get one of the guards to do it," Willow said, "It shouldn't be too hard to convince one of them."

"yea, a pretty girl, asking the big tough manly man, they fall for it every time," Bridgette chuckled.

"We do not!" Mark said defensively.

Bridgette looked at him, grinning mischiviousley, "Mark," She said, lowering her voice to a husky whisper, "Marky, Marky, Marky."

Mark looked slightly unsure, as Bridgette rose from Danny's lap, and walked over to him, swaying her hips seductively, "What?"

She smiled at him, and kneeled before him, putting her hands on his arm, "I was wondering if you'd get me a cup of tea?"

Mark gulped, face beet red, before he jumped up, walked over to the kitchen, and began making a pot of tea.

"I rest my case," Bridgette giggled, going back to sit on Danny's lap. He wrapped his arms around her again, snuggling her close, like a child with his teddy bear.

"That's a neat gift," Willow remarked, "I should try that sometime."

"It got me out of parking tickets quite a few times," Bridgette joked, making Willow laugh.

Mark came back in with the tea, and set a cup in front of each of them before sitting back down. "We got that all settled in, now we just gotta wait for Misty and Domenica to get the supplies."

"They'll manage it." Willow said, "Rita isn't a stupid woman, not by any means, and she has to see this garden is a good opportunity to keep the people happy."

"And the more happy people are, the less likely they are to fight back," Bridgette pointed out.

Willow nodded, making a gesture with her hands, "I wonder if we can get some trees growing?"

Bridgette paid more attention to Willow's hands. Unless she was much mistaken, Willow had asked if Misty and her would be ready to fight, if the need arose, "Yea, maybe some fruit trees, apples, oranges." Bridgette casually made the affirmative gesture with her hands, and twisted them into the 'waiting' sign.

Willow nodded again, understanding. Misty and Bridgette would fight if need be, but not until they were given a clear sign.

"Bridgette looked at the clock on the wall, and saw what time it was, "Shit!" She stood up, "I have to go, it's my....turn, with Danny."

"I understand," Willow said, giving her a smile of sympathy, "Please, come and visit us again, and bring Misty along too, she might enjoy our talks."

Bridgette understood, "Of course. With luck, I'll be able to come back by tommorow."

Willow smiled, and gestured with he rhand. Be strong.

Bridgette nodde,d smiling, pulling Danny out with her, and back to their own room.
"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 and his ladies--Hey, I know you!

Bridgette had been right—women could get their way with men—as long as they were attractive, that was. Mark shook his head and smiled at himself; yeah, he’d been fooled. Ah, well. He grew up with manners, and when pretty ladies asked you to do something for them, then you obliged. Unless it was illegal, deviant, dangerous, or perverse, of course. Then you had the right to refuse, though politely.

Mark cleaned up the tea cups from their recent visit and then sauntered out to the living room, still wiping his hands dry on the little green kitchen towel.

“Ok, so how come there are three women in this house and I still end up doing all the dishes?” he teased, tossing the towel onto the end table next to the couch.

Willow laughed and Peg threw a pillow at him, hitting him dead in the face. Now Mary joined in the laughter.

“I suppose I deserved that?” he grinned, sitting down next to Willow on the plush sofa.

“Oh, yeah, definitely,” Willow said, giving Mark a kiss on the cheek. Mark thought she looked pale.

“You okay?”

“I…..I don’t know. I had nightmares last night,” she said.

“Wanna tell me about them? Might help,” he offered.

Willow just shook her head. “I don’t remember them. I just…have a feeling of dread left over. You know how that is?”

“Oh, yeah,” Mark remarked, remembering a particularly dreadful feeling still left over from a nightmare about his wife and son. “I know, all right”.

“I’ll be fine, really.” Willow said, picking at her skirt and smoothing it out. “But I’ll be better once we can start the garden.”

“I’ve been writing songs since we got here; it’d be nice to have a guitar to hammer them out better,” he said wistfully.

“If I know anything about Domenica, it’s that she can be very persuasive.” Willow patted Mark’s hand. “I’m sure she’ll be able to work something out.”

“I hope so, I go nuts if I can’t write and play, you know?” Mark said, running his hand over his beard. It was becoming a habit. He had to get rid of the damned thing soon or he’d become one of those “face-strokers” that he and Tom used to make fun of.

“I know, honey, Adam is the same way. Well, he doesn’t write songs, but he’s the same with his drum kit. If he can’t play, he starts getting all ADD on us.”

Mark laughed. “Travis is like that, too. Must be a drummer thing.”

Mary joined in the conversation. “Oh, my God, I just realized who you are!” Mary exclaimed. Mark gave Willow a knowing look and then turned to Mary and smiled.

“Yup, I’m me. Always have been, always will be.”

Peg shrugged. “Ok, I give up. Who is he?”

“He’s in this band that my brother loves, Blink 182, right?” she said, looking at him with her eyebrows raised in the question.

“Yup, I was. Till last year,” Mark said mildly. He’d been through this before. Though normally when he’d had sex with a girl they knew who he was beforehand.

“I always thought Tom was cuter,” she teased, to which Willow giggled. Mark loved that giggle, always had.

“Tom is the best looking,” Mark commented. “We didn’t call him ‘Hot Pants’ for nothin!”

Peg still looked confused. “Wait, so you’re in a band?”

“Try to keep up, Peg,” Mary grinned and stuck out her tongue.

The conversation was light; the visit today had brightened all their moods and given them hope. Maybe there was a better life waiting for them, if they asked for it. If they planned for it. And if they could execute it without detection.
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Domenica/Misty – Making Deliveries

(OOC: I will burn in hell for this post...you've been warned)


“Well that was fun.” Misty said dusting herself off again. Domenica smiled at her, “I’m sorry, it wasn’t my fault she kept me for that long leaving you to get everything.” Misty sighed, “I don’t care about that, I mean these stupid chains they’re going to be the death of me.” Misty said rattling her chains. Domenica sighed and looked at her, “I’ve been holding off on telling you this.” Domenica said and Misty stopped to look at her. Misty had finished loading the back of the truck while Domenica double checked everything and went of the items with the guards. But they still had the items to drop off. In theory the idea of getting in the truck and driving off had crossed both their minds, but the armed guards watching them would put a damper on that plan, plus Owen made sure to inform them there was only 2 gallons of gas in the truck, so they wouldn’t get out of the area and keeping the key for later wasn’t an option sense they would have to return it when they were finished.

Domenica looked at Misty, “Listen, Rita said you could get the chains removed if you agreed to a shock collar, they use them in the ‘Rec Tent’ for the…” she stopped thinking of Edward, “the entertainment.” Misty looked at her, “You have got to be fucking kidding me?” Domenica sighed, “Nope, the choice for now is either the chains of the shock collar.” Domenica looked at her, “I’m really sorry.” Misty sighed pursing her lips speaking. “Well it’s an option.”

Domenica looked at the truck, they were at a supply staging area, it had everything that Rita and her group had acquired over the last two weeks. Domenica felt almost foolish looking at all the saplings, seedlings and small plants, they must have been in a protective area, but it would only stand to reason that Rita and her ilk would have gotten the plants knowing they would need to grow food. So it was easy to get the seed and saplings and seedlings for the community gardens, now it was just a matter of delivering it and Domenica knew the right person for that.

“Well I think we have it all for now.” Misty said and Domenica looked at the lists that Misty made and nodded, there was one item that was proving to be tougher to find the guitar, where the hell would she find a guitar for Mark. She asked a few of the logics guys and they all but laughed in her face. Domenica clicked her new polished nails together thinking they had been on the bus and she was sure they cleared it out of stuff, wouldn’t they have had taken the guitars. Misty looked at her, “What?”

Domenica sighed, “The guitar. How the hell am I going to show up without it, it’s the only thing on the list that I don’t have.” Of course it was also the only unique request she had been given she thought. “Maybe at the Rec Tent?” Misty said with a frown and Domenica looked down towards the darkened tent, it was one of the only places she hadn’t been to here in Davenport and one she wasn’t looking forward to going to. “God I don’t want to go there, I’ve been avoiding it like the plague.” Misty ran a hand through her hair looking at Domenica, “you’re going to have to, they know where you go and where you haven’t.” Domenica nodded. “Well they been getting better food and other things of comfort, so that’s something at least, but fine lets go there before I loose my nerve.”

They climbed in the truck Domenica gave a friendly tight wave to the guards and they drove down to the tents, the drive was much quicker then Domenica would have ever hopped it would be, that seemed to always be the case when you had to do something you didn’t want to. She looked out the window at the tents they were huge and well guarded; it looked like a maximum security facility.

“Did you want me to come with you?” Misty offered and Domenica nodded eagerly, “Would you?” Misty smiled, “sure.”

They got out the truck and Domenica walked up the one of the guards showed him her ID along with Misty’s. The guard grinned and nodded, “We knew you’d be here at some point. Have fun.” He said with a disgusting smile. Domenica and Misty walked to the entrance and they were met by another man, “Here to inspect our little pleasure palace, it’s always slow during the day, nighttime is when this place is hopping.” He said he was an ugly gapped tooth man there was nothing kind about him or his face and Domenica knew he enjoyed his new position too much, the cruelty dripped from him. “I’m here on Rita’s orders to see what we…” He held up his hand, “I know who you are Domenica The Chosen.”

He stepped aside snapping his fingers and two male guards with cattle prods and remotes stepped forward, Domenica was sure the remotes were for the shock collars, “Give them the tour.” He said the hideous gap in his teeth mocking them. The men nodded and they started walking.

If you didn’t see the tent from the outside you wouldn’t think you were in one, there were fake walls cording areas off and very large common areas, the smell of blood and other unpleasant smells hung in the air, as they walked, both Misty and Domenica where careful where they stepped, “Don’t worry my pretties, we clean the floors each morning.” One of the men said with an evil smile. “Where do the people sleep and rest?” Domenica asked and the man turned to her, he for what it was worth was their tour guide, “You’ll see.” He said and they moved on the turned a corner out of what was the nicer area, if you could call it nice, and they moved down a corridor, the man opened a door and that is when the quiet moans and tears could be heard. The men laughed as they walked in, “Nice and homey.” He said as Domenica and Misty moved in seeing the horrors before them.

There were maybe 10 people per cell, there were no beds, it was just a holding cell empty of everything but people and Domenica was sure she smelled death in the air. “No, this isn’t how it’s supposed to be.” Domenica said angry as the men laughed, she looked around and caught site of a very heavyset 9 year old girl standing at the bars she was just a baby, but her face bruised and bloody, it looked like she was missing her teeth, to say she was in shock would have been an understatement, she was gone vacant she was dead inside any ounce of childhood innocence gone. “They were supposed to get food and liquor and better accommodations, there aren’t supposed to be children here, per Rita’s orders.” Again the men laughed, “Tis true, those were the orders, but what you didn’t know was that those orders only take affect when you actually set foot in here. How long have you been waiting? Two days three days maybe, plus my little fatty.” The man said pinching the cheeks of the little girl who didn’t move or flinch “well she loves me.” He said with a laugh then bent down and licked the little girl’s cheek. Domenica looked at him as he laughed then she looked at the little child, it was too much. She turned her back on the whole thing and ran.

She ran like a coward, it was too much, the face of that child burned in her mind along with the laughing from the men she didn’t stop till she got out of the tent and the man, the gatekeeper to hell was there, Domenica vomited as tears streamed down her face. She fell to the side and wept. The Gatekeeper was laughing as well, “you lasted longer then I thought you would, you cost me 50. Here I have something for you.” Domenica looked at him but couldn’t move, Misty had somehow managed to be next to her, not leaving her side, Domenica knew it tock all her self control not to do something, but Misty understood probably better then Domenica did, this had been a cruel set-up. The gap tooth man handed Misty a guitar case with a note. Domenica looked at the guitar case, “But I…” The man continued to laugh, “Stupid bitch.” He said leaving. Misty helped Domenica up, “come on.” She said and Domenica stood up, “That little girl.” Misty looked at her, “Don’t you think about it…not now.” They got to the truck and saw all the guards laughing and snickering.

Misty tossed the guitar carefully into the cab of the truck pulling off the note reading it to Domenica:

I knew you would make here eventually, now the new policies we talked about will come into affect. I expect you to be more tentative to our pets, the poor dears.

- Rita

P.S. Hope Mark likes the guitar.


Domenica’s face turned white. Misty crumpled the note, “That….” Domenica looked at her, “Misty no.” Misty looked around she was fighting it.

Domenica stood up, whipped the tears from her eyes and moved to the driver’s side of the cab, “Get in we have things to do.’ Domenica said trying to sound stronger but her soul was aching, they suffered longer because of her, their suffering was on her and that was a stain you could never wash away.
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Misty grunted as she pulled the loaded wheelbarrow from out of the supply shed. Nearby, lolling ona crate in the shade, Solomon kept an eye on her, not offering any help. Bastard.

It turned out Rita had kept a storage shed full of gardening supplies in her camp, as well as other storage buildings full of food and other things.

It was odd, but Rita seemed to have stocked up on everything, like she had been preparing for an eventuality such as this. She was well organized, had probably been well financed, and had a small army of well armed, well trained soldiers.

Who the fuck was this woman?

Misty eased the wheelbarrow down, and went back in the storage shed for more. She had already gathered several bags of soil, manure, seeds, as well as tools, shovels, rakes, hoes. Misty imagine dpicking up one of those tools, raising it high over her head, and smashing it into Solomon's head as hard as she could.

"No wonder Rita doesn't trust you," Misty said, snickering to herself. The woman was smart, no denying that, but she had to fuck up sometime.

The key she had stolen itched against the bottom of her foot. She had taken to wearing it there whenever she could, to make sure she always had it on her. The only times she took it off her person was when she was expecting to shower, or otherwise have her shoes off. So far, no one had seen her with it.

But then again, she may as well drop the damn thing, Misty thought. If she was discovered with it, she doubted even Domenica could protect her. Earlier in the day Domenica had come up to her and had told her Rita was giving her the choice of continuing to wear the chains, or to be fitted with a shock collar. After a short debate, Misty had kept the chains.

Besdies, she hadn't yet found what the key was for. She had tried it on a couple of doors whenever she had a moment, and so far, nothing. She was sorely tempted to lose the key, but she kept it.

"After tearing my ass up like you did, you better have some kind of purpose," Misty muttered to herself, pulling a few watering cans and spades from a shelf. These she loaded into a small cardboard box, and carried it out with the rest of the supplies.

"Hurry up, girlie, time's a-wastin'" Solomon sneered, spitting into the dirt.

Misty bared her teeth at the man, biting back her knee-jerk response, one that surely would have gotten her beat. Instead, she turned back into the supply shed, needing one more thing.

there, on a shelf, in a small, glass-walled section of the shed, were some saplings and baby plants, sitting in sunlight afforded by a small window. These Misty took extra care handling, her chains making the job more difficult then it really had to be.

Finally, everything was out, ready to be used. Misty wiped her brow, sweating heavily in the sun. "Allright, it's all here." Misty said, glaring at Solomon.

Solomon laughed, "well, your half done, girlie. Now you just need to load it into the truck." He laughed, his breath reeking of cheap tobacco, the kind she remembered from the bar.

Misty looked at the truck, which was rather large, and set high off the ground. She eyed Solomon, "No chance of an assist?"

Solomon laughed, "I'd love to help, girlie, but I hurt my back real bad the other day," He said, holding his hip, mock groaning in pain, "I couldn't lift nothing, so I can't help you."

"Wonderful," Misty muttered, wondering where Domenica was. She didn't want to foist the work off on her, but it would have been nice to have some help. Muttering to herself, Misty grabbed the nearest bag of fertilizer, and heaved it onto the truck.

Twenty minutes later, Misty finally had everything loaded. Her back was aching, and she was liberally coated in sweat and dirt.

"Bout time, girlie," solomon said, leering, "I don't want your ass stinking up the truck, so here," He pulled out a small metal tub and a few bottles of water from the cab of the truck, "wash yourself off with that."

Misty took the tub, setting it on the ground, painfully aware of all the similar showers she had taken in the apartment she had shared with Bridgette, before the asteroid.

She started to slip off her robe, then noticed Solomon standing there, looking at her. "There's no chance your gonna turn around, are you?" Misty asked, already knowing the answer.

Solomon chuckled, "Nah, girlie, I gotta watch and make sure you don't try nothin' stupid."

"Right." Misty pulled off her robe, quickly turning away before Solomon got agood look at anything except her ass. She hesitated when it came time to take off her shoes, as she remembered she still had the key hidden in it. She didn't dare try to wash off with her shoes on, as that would make Solomon instantly suspicious.

Thinking fast, she curled her toes, trapping the key, and quickly slipped off the shoe, and put her foot in the tub. She uncapped the water, and began pouring it over herself, keeping the key trapped in the space between her toes.

She washed quickly, not wanting to give Solomon any ideas of trying anything himself, and caught the towel Solomon threw at her.

"Hurry up, now, we're on a deadline." Solomon said, leaning against the side of the truck, watching her.

She towled off, and quickly put her shoes back on, relaxing her feet, wincing as she felt the start of a blister on the bottom of her foot. Probably from hiding the key so long. She threw on her robe, and quickly climbed in the passenger seat, while Solomon grunted, and heaved himself into the drivers side.

"Allright, let's get a move on." Solomon said, starting the truck. With a shuttering jolt, the truck rumbled off, heading to the garden.
"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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