It was even later. Once again April was curled into him with her head resting on his shoulder, but this time they were both back from another shower and under the covers.
"You think we'll be okay?" April asked.
"Yeah... I think we have to move on. We might have to get another vehicle after today...... Besides, we need one that's not in our names," Billy added.
"What about that Neo guy... You look a little like him, if you get it right they would never guess it wasn't you. I mean make yourself up to look like him, you see?" April asked.
Billy nodded. "It could work, but we should wait until we're out of this state. Just in case. That way no one can remember seeing us... Where do you want to go?" he asked.
"Mexico... There are so many nice places down there. You can live like a queen on almost nothing too. We got to get rid of the pot and the heavy stuff too before we go down there," April said. “They are not kidding if you get caught with that kind of shit over there... Prison there is not like here... You better have family or someone to pay money to feed you or you'll die... Bad.”
W. G. Sweet wrote his first fiction at age seventeen. He drove taxi and worked as a carpenter for most of his life. He began working on the internet in 1989 primarily in HTML, graphics and website optimizations. He spent time on the streets as a drug addicted teen as well as time in prison. He was honorably discharged from the service in 1974.
He is a Musician who writes his own music as well as lyrics. He is an Artist accomplished in Graphite, Pen, and Digital media. He has written more than twenty books for the Earth's Survivors series, many of which are unpublished, and several dozen short stories.
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I buried the Mexican just after sundown. I can't say much about the sort of man he was in life, but I can say he was a strong man in death.
The Moon has led my way and I'm on my way across the desert into Mexico of all places. What did they say, hide in plain sight? There I'm going to be. Probably already passed the border, and once I'm across the border I'll find a small town to buy gasoline enough so I can reach South America.
I've played the events of yesterday over and over in my head as I've driven. It still makes no sense to me at all. They say shit happens, we'll sometimes it does, and I tell myself that's exactly what happened here. Some shit decided to happen and I just happened to be there.
It was early. I had nothing better to do so I took a walk downtown just to take a look at the buildings. Thinking, as I walked, how just a few short years ago I had spent almost all of my time down there. Chasing a high. Drunk or both...
As it turned out the phone line came in through the back of the house. It was cut, and as with the car, whoever had done it had thought maybe a little more overkill was in order. They had cut an additional ten feet or so of it, and had apparently taken it with them when they had left.
The remainder terminated about three inches above Frank's head. Angry, but also a little shaken, Frank turned to start across the road to see if Peters had a phone. He had just begun to turn, when a horn blared on the highway.
After the sickness known as the Doom destroyed civilization, magick has become commonplace, and Fallon Swift has spent her young years learning its ways. Fallon cannot live in peace until she frees those who have been preyed upon by the government or the fanatical Purity Warriors, endlessly hunted or locked up in laboratories, brutalized for years on end. She is determined to save even those who have been complicit with this evil out of fear or weakness—if, indeed, they can be saved.
Strengthened by the bond she shares with her fellow warrior, Duncan, Fallon has already succeeded in rescuing countless shifters and elves and ordinary humans. Now she must help them heal—and rediscover the light and faith within themselves. For although from the time of her birth, she has been The One, she is still only one. And as she faces down an old nemesis, sets her sights on the enemy’s stronghold, and pursues her destiny—to finally restore the mystical shield that once protected them all—she will need an army behind her...
She caught her breath after a second, tears squeezing from her eyes. The silence was unnerving, and as she raised her eyes the biggest man she could recall ever having seen stepped from the trees.