handed the flashlight to Destiny who rushed up to David and shined the light at the angry Holiday who was storming away. “Holiday!” David pressed. “Where are you going?”
“Home.” Holiday grunted. “Fuck off.”
“What?” David was confused. He thought he may have done something or said something to upset him, but Holiday was more level headed about the whole end-of-the-world thing than anyone. To let something David had said bother him was hard to believe.
“What are you talking about?” he continued.
“Look boy!” Holiday shouted turning back toward David. “I lost everything fighting to get you to Iowa. That was the end – we did it, and it’s over right?” Holiday paused for a moment as if the answer wasn’t obvious, but it was.
The battle did not end in Iowa. Even after the group gets to New York to make the ‘cure’ for the disease infesting the world, there would still be much more to do. “No, it isn’t!” He continued, “And now we are going to New York City with some small hope they aren’t completely over run by zombies, but,” Holiday chuckled slightly and slowly took the hat off his head, “But first we are thinking of going to Chicago?” Holiday shook his head in disbelief. “I have an idea let’s go down to Vegas for a bit, or fly over to Paris. What do you say?”
“We have to do something Sheriff!” David snapped.
“Why?” Holiday said. “There is nothing left but survival !”
David was speechless. After everything they had gone through Holiday was giving up on the plan. “Going to New York is suicide son,” Holiday walked closer to David and spoke softly, “You haven’t been able to use this supposed ‘power’ of yours since your father.”
Holiday placed his hand on David’s shoulder but David pulled away. Destiny took a few steps back still shining the light on the both of them. “We should just find someplace to hold out.” Holiday finished.
“No.” David said . “We should fight tooth and nail!” Holiday let out a moan of disapproval. “I know you have lost a lot,” David’s voice echoed around them, “So have I, hell so have all of us.”
David pointed at Destiny and Sam. He knew nothing about Sam, but he knew life for everyone had to be better before zombies were everywhere. “If we don’t try, things will only get worse. I won’t deny things aren’t going to plan but I will figure this out. We have to.”
“But David,” Holiday’s voice was still gentle but there was an obvious sound of frustration lining it. “New York could be overrun with thousands and thousands of zombies - Chicago also.”
“No,” Sam spoke up loudly from the darkness. Destiny shined the light toward Sam causing her to shield her eyes. “Chicago is pretty safe.”
Everyone remained quiet waiting for more information from Sam. She only stood there squinting through the light toward them.
“How do you know?” Destiny asked.
“That is where I came from,” Sam was confusing everyone. She said earlier she was headed TO Chicago.
“And you are going back there?” Destiny asked getting more confused with each second Sam didn’t speak.
“It is better there than out here. I didn’t believe them when they told me.”
“Who?” Destiny continued her questioning.
With a sudden flash, another gunshot echoed throughout the night. Holiday had fired his shotgun only this time he had shot a zombie. It was only feet away from David.
“Let’s just get someplace safe for the night O.K?” Sam shouted, “There is a gas station about two minutes further up this road. We can sleep there.”
The group agreed almost all at once. They had been standing in the dark arguing and talking without knowing if anything was around them. If Holiday hadn’t noticed out of the corner of his eye something shambling toward David, they would have been in a lot of trouble.
“Thanks, sheriff.” David said shocked he could not sense the zombie in any