"Nope nope nope nope!
Back up and drive away. Go for the scrapyard, try to avoid authorities and other people.
Guys with guns. Not feeling like gett- whoa, where are--!!
Get out and roll away from the car when Rico starts to back up.
Stand up and show the soldiers my hands. Casually ask them how their night has been going.
(( Jumpy little fellow, ain't ya 
))
Rico throws on the handbrake and jerks the car into a sideways skid down the road, tires squealing as they leave a burnt rubber track down the road. Just as the car is about to stop, he reaches over, opens the passenger side door, and then shoves Thomas out onto the street with his foot. Thomas lands all of maybe 20 feet from the three men and is left standing there, with a perplexed look on his face as Rico jumps on the gas and whips the car around, roaring off in the opposite direction. Thomas holds his hands over his head and smiles.
"So...how has your day been, gentlemen?""
They stare at him without saying a word.
In the mean time, Rico is speeding out toward the eastern city limits, out toward the junkyard and garbage dump. The Junkyard stretches for miles; it used to be an old airforce salvage yard, but has since been repurposed for general scrap and garbage. The outer fence is, for the most part, just an 8 foot chainlink affair, but nearer to the entrance it grows to 12, complete with barbed wire. The question seems to be: Park on the side of the road and hop the smaller fence, or park near the entrance and find some other way in?
Well, I have whatever's in this backpack. Various weapons, a bit of food, survival shit mostly. You?
Did I still have all my various shit strapped to the bike? I rather forget.
You do.
Yeah, I saw them before we had to bug out. I'd also hazard a guess that you probably don't know any more than I do. Except maybe which buildings are burning. Any patterns, or known cause?
After he hangs up with the police, Sam drives his car into a relatively nearby alley - the one the other guy who was smart enough to get his vehicle went down.
You all right? You tore outta there pretty quickly. Not to mention being the only other guy who thought to go for your vehicle.
Before he answers, Pat scurries to the end of the alley and looks about for anyone possibly heading toward it.
Yeah, I'm alright. Sorry if I seem a bit paranoid, but ever since yesterday things kinda seem to be going to shit. Can't even sleep right anymore, so I wanna know if the police have turned like those doctors did yesterday. Course, if they have, it raises the question of why I haven't already either.
He looks up, having begun muttering to himself.
So yeah, I'm good. Pat Schwartz. You hurt?
Talking! Keep an eye out for people heading toward the alley.
You keep a keen eye out as the old man from your apartment building talks to you.
Yeah, I saw them before we had to bug out. I'd also hazard a guess that you probably don't know any more than I do. Except maybe which buildings are burning. Any patterns, or known cause?
After he hangs up with the police, Sam drives his car into a relatively nearby alley - the one the other guy who was smart enough to get his vehicle went down.
You all right? You tore outta there pretty quickly. Not to mention being the only other guy who thought to go for your vehicle.
You drive your car over to the alley and park in front of it. You get out, double check you locked the doors, and then walk into the alley to have a nice conversation with another crazy person hiding behind a dumpster.
Brian looked around. It was quiet... for now. He should probably be ready to go at a moment's notice, but the danger had passed for now. If sleep would come, a bit more would be good.
Try to sleep a bit more to not be tired. If sleep will not come, get breakfast and watch the news on TV. Be ready to bug out.
You walk back into the house, lock the door behind you and shuffle back to your bed. Sleep comes almost as soon as your head touches the pillow, but it is a restless sleep filled with strange images and phrases which seem to burn themselves into your brain. When you wake up, an hour or so later, the dreams echo in your head with a strange, deja vu feeling, nostalgia for things that haven't yet happened. A phrase is on your tongue, but you can't quite remember it. It feels important...you're forgetting something...
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