Dust lined the window. It had settled after years of neglect. Ronnie stood at the window, eyes fixed on the surrounding area.
“Can you hear me, Ronnie? Over” Crackle. Ronnie pushed down on the button,
“Yeah, is this gonna be bad?” Ronnie asked. He stared at the Desert landscape and pressed the button once again, “Over.” The glass on the old wooden table started to Tremble slightly, sending waves throughout Ronnie’s Whiskey.
“What you doing out there Ronnie? Over.” Crackle. Ronnie smiled,
“It’s my uncle’s place. I thought it was a good place to hold up. Over” Ronnie said.
“You by yourself? Over.” Crackle.
“Yeah. I’ve never been in an earthquake before. Over,” Ronnie said.
“Well Ronnie I’m not gonna lie, this is a shitshow. Over,” Crackle. Ronnie laughed,
“Like a funny story over drinks type shitshow or the call My next Of kin kind? Over,” Ronnie said.
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“Ronnie, do you feel the floor Trembling? Over” Crackle.
“Yeah, Over,” Ronnie said.
“Well in 20 minutes that Tremble is gonna turn into a rumble. Over.” Crackle, Ronnie smiled,
“So hide under the table or something, Over,” Ronnie said.
“Ronnie this ain’t no fucking earthquake!” Crackle. Ronnie could see more dark figures forming within the dust cloud. Their feet creating a stampede along the Desert ground. “Do you read? Over,” they were clawing at the air as they raced towards the shed. A sea of dead washing up in a bone-dry oasis. “Ronnie! Over.” Crackle.
“Can we pretend? Over,” Ronnie said.
“Repeat? Over” Crackle.
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“For just a little while, can we pretend? Over.” Ronnie said. It was a moment before the radio came back to life, the seas of zombies were only a few miles out now,
“Yeah Ronnie, we can pretend. Over.” The radio crackled.
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