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Rob squeezed the phone harder as it rang and rang; she wasn’t answering. The end of the modern world and she wasn’t going to pick up because she didn’t like what he was going to say? Really? This couldn’t be happening.
He tabbed through his phone calls. Five unanswered. He shook his head and started to write a text.
He typed franticly as the other workers trying to pack up the office for evacuation gave him dirty looks.

From the phone of the Director of the CDC:

Del, answer your damn phone. We need to talk about this.

From the phone of the Infuriating Governor of Washington:

I am very busy and important.

No time for zombies.

Well, at least she wasn’t pretending she was an answering machine again. A tall blond with a scowl made a point of tossing a large stack of folders on his disaster of a desk, causing everything to cascade off onto his lap then the floor.
“Oh hey, there’s my keyboard,” he said, pressing send.

From the phone of the Director of the CDC:

I prefer to classify them as infected with the San Diego virus.

You can forget about the next election. If you don’t do something about those bridges soon, there won’t be a Washington!

From the phone of the Infuriating Governor of Washington:

Catchy, G-Man.

From the phone of the Director of the CDC:

What the hell is a G-Man?

From the phone of the Infuriating Governor of Washington:

Stands for “government.”

From the phone of the Director of the CDC:

Have you talked with Donald Hopkins… one of the original G-men? You can replace ‘man’ with ‘men’ right?

From the phone of the Infuriating Governor of Washington:

Well, I’m not the arbiter of the English language but uh… sure. And no, I haven’t talked with Donald.

From the phone of Director of the CDC:

That’s because we’ve lost Portland, and the rest of Oregon is in shambles. There is only a small resistance left.

From the phone of the Infuriating Governor of Washington:

Well, if you already knew I hadn’t talked to him, why did you ask?

From the phone of the Director of the CDC:

You never know, he might have escaped across that FULLY functional bridge you have there.

From the phone of the Infuriating Governor of Washington:

That’s what INCREDIBLY EXPENSIVE BRIDGES are for.

From the phone of the Director of the CDC:

Please, you don’t upkeep half of them!

You have the virus knocking on your door, if you don’t give the order we are going to lose the whole northwest.

From the phone of the Infuriating Governor of Washington:

Lose it to what, a bad sense of humor?

From the phone of the Director of the CDC:

It would be better than the one it’s got now. I’m afraid it wouldn’t last long when the virus comes…

From the phone of the Infuriating Governor of Washington:

Laughter is the best medicine, Mr. Director.

From the phone of the Director of the CDC:

Think it can cure this? <<< Attached Video: Wedding_gone_bad.mp4 >>>

From the phone of the infuriating Governor of Washington:

What is this, a video of your cat?

Very cute, I’m sure your cat is A FUCKING ZOMBIE. HOLY SHIT.

What just hit the camera? Was that a SPLEEN?

From the phone of Director of the CDC:

If you’d like I can have it sent for you laugh at and cure. I’ve got this great bridge I can send them over.

From the phone of the Infuriating Governor of Washington:

My biology is rusty but there are definitely inside things ON THE OUTSIDE. What the hell? Virus? Viruses give you the sniffles, not internal bleeding!

From the phone of the Director of the CDC:

BRB, I’m just over her packing these things up for you.

From the phone of the Infuriating Governor of Washington:

You know, ferries are very underrated.

Just… do me one favor?

From the phone of the Director of the CDC:

I’m sorry I can’t hear you over the sound of all this flesh-eating.

From the phone of the Infuriating Governor of Washington:

Do you hear with your eyeballs? Sheesh, come on.

I cede your point.

From the phone of the Director of the CDC:

Please leave your message after the beep.

From the phone of the Infuriating Governor of Washington:

Beep you, asshole.

Just… film it, will you? I like explosions.

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