I whipped out my cell phone and called my friend John D. I adjusted The sleeves of my jacket as the phone rang.
“Hello?” I heard my friend’s relaxed voice through the phone.
YES !
“John, don’t ask questions, just do what I say and listen.” I said in a rushed tone. “There are zombies heading north, and they are traveling fast. They are probably in Glen Burnie right now. Are your parents home?”
“No. Tom, you are crazy, this has to be a joke.”
“It isn’t. Get some place where you are well protected. Get Brian, Justin, and Boston the hell out of your house. That includes you.” I said, referring to John’s three younger brothers.
“Tom, you are on drugs, man-”
“JUST TURN ON THE NEWS AND DO WHAT I SAID !” I yelled and clapped my phone shut.
I hopped on my bike, and headed down my lane.
I live in a rural area, and I know my way around pretty well.
I had to go down a few hills and around a railroad track to get the the convenience store.
I felt in my back pocket. No wallet
I’m not liking where this is going