How to Date an Android

How to Date an Android Chapter 27

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How to Date an Android Chapter 27

I glanced at my datapad.

"Jack, I might have to radio silence in a little while. But I'm thinking of you and still with you. Be careful. –B"

I didn't get a response when I texted back.

"Where are your parents?" I asked finally looking back at the kids.

The kids look totally rattled and shaken up. Their eyes are wide with fear and the girl won't even look up. The other guy I can barely get him to be responsive after repeating the same question again while driving around.

"We don't know. They left for work. We were off from school today because of the holiday. We had gotten together to play video games when all the sudden the mailman drove his car through the front window of our house. That's when we noticed something was wrong and all hell had broken lose," Steve said.

"Before...before that happened...none of my...hic* hic*...friends would...answer their phones. They always...answer their phones," the girl sort of half cried and half stated.

"So do you think your parents are alive?" I asked.

"They...haven't answered any phones or texts. Then later we saw mom get bit in the yard before we could do anything. They can help her right? They have medicine for this? They cured malaria and small pox so I'm sure they can cure this," Sarah said worriedly.

Steve is shaking his head, "I don't know about this. This is way bigger than small pox sis," he countered.

Sarah's reaction was like he'd opened a can of worms all over again.

It's not easy being around them because they are noisy as hell. Even if I tell them to shut the hell up they don't listen, except for the kid that's bitten. He's too quiet and just staring. He doesn't even blink. What the fudge is up with that. At least he isn't falling out of the truck, but he looks like he could any second.

In most of that two hours we ran over as many roamers and active rabids in the area as we could non-stop. We had to do it, since there really wasn't another way to be sure they didn't follow us home. It also gave me time to size up the kids and decide if I felt safe around them. They didn't seem violent...except Steve really likes to bash zombies more than I like. You would think that's a good thing except he doesn't always check to make sure its safe to swing his weapon without friendly fire.

Now I've got a nice truck too, except it's all bent up on the front.

"Hey what are these things anyway?" I asked them. I kind of have an idea but I want to confirm what others know too, and make sure.

I was calling them rabids. But there wasn't any proof they were anything more than dead, fluid gushing bodies right?

"They're zombies bro. Can't you tell? The city is full of them," Steve kid said. He sounds like a teenager that likes sports. And he's trying to keep the other guy from falling all over.

Again the sick guy vomits over the side of the truck. The stench of the vomit doesn't smell like normal vomit and it almost looks more like car oil. What the fudge?