The next installment of the thrilling and mysterious Apoc series.
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Milk Damea - You two are going to let me do all the talking.
Mr. Detonator - Why? There might not even be someone down here.
Milk Damea - Can’t take any chances.
Swift - Huh?
Milk Damea - Assuming someone is down here, they may be bothered by our presence or they will accept it.
Swift - Doesn’t look like anyone is here.
Milk Damea - Shh!
Mark - Don’t move!
Mark - Who are you?
Milk Damea - I am Milk Damea, and these two are survivors from the plane crash.
Mark - How do I know you aren’t one of them?
Swift- Who are them?
Mr. Detonator- Whoever they are they ain’t us.
Milk Damea- Who are you talking about?
Mark- You haven’t seen them? They are all over the downtown area.
Milk Damea- I haven’t been downtown for a while, and these two just crashed in a plane. I doubt they know anymore than I do.
Mark- Ok, good. I thought that you were one of them. They behave erratically, and you don’t.
Milk Damea- What’s going on downtown?
Mark- Sit down, I need to fill you in on what has been happening.
Mark- I lead a special organization called the Society. We were tasked with an investigation. During our investigation we were attacked by what appeared to be a dead body. Fortunately we escaped back to headquarters, but then it got worse. More and more people got infected by this disease that caused them to go berserk and attack their fellow man. We tried to defend ourselves against them but our casualties got too extreme. I am that last one left.
Mark- Enough about my poor tales, what’s your story?
Mr. Detonator -Swift, and I were aboard a plane bound for New York. As we passed over this town the pilot announced there would be some turbulence. Then there was a flash of light and the plane lost all control. The attendants said that the pilots were unconscious, then there was panic. Next thing I knew I was on the floor with pain all over. It was morning and we had crashed.
Mark- Where did you crash?
Milk Damea-Right above where we are sitting.
Mark- Is my car ok?
Milk Damea- I don’t think so.
Radio- Bombing run coordinates 12 by 01 engage in 30 minutes.
Mark- What were those coordinates?!?!
Milk Damea- Twelve by zero one. Why?
Mark- That’s right on top of us! You three need to go.
Mark- Along with this shelter I have another safe house. It’s an abandoned shack in a farm field three miles east. I’ll give you the coordinates.
Mark- Do you have the coordinates?
Milk Damea- Yes. Are you staying here?
Mark- Ya, I think I’ll just use up the last of my scotch and fire the last bullet in my clip.