Title Yet To Be Discovered (Part 5) Comments
The mutts had begun to fizzle out. A heap of them lay where they had first caught fire. Two or three others had run some distance off before falling over awkwardly in mid stride. Good riddance.
It was time to move along. I still had two stops to make before returning to the school. Pack on back and gun in hand I once again maneuvered myself out the front window. I kept my eyes glued to the pile of roasted beasts to my right. If one of them decided to wake up I'd have a slug in them before they made their first step. Much to my relief, they were still.
The grocery on Hennepin was roughly a mile and a half off. Despite the extra weight I was carrying, my clip was faster than it had been earlier. The exercise kept my mind off of things. I focused on my breathing, and on keeping a look out, neither of which were easy tasks in the mask. In 15 minutes I'd reached the entryway of the grocery. I slid open what used to be the automatic doors. Maybe out of habit I went to grab a shopping cart. It kind of made sense once I thought about it. Pack everything in the cart then distribute it into the bags to carry back to our hideout. For that matter, take the damn cart with me. Why not?
The market had been largely depleted. Much of what was left was rancid moldy breads and fruits. The butchers corner looked as if one gigantic buzzing fly. Still I was able to locate some canned fruits and water chestnuts. There were plenty of packets of tuna and some spam. The only other salvageable items were frostings and pie fillers, and then I smiled a huge smile at the tins of coffee. All in all I may have had my cart halfway filled. A disappointing haul. I decided to make up the difference with non food items. I hadn't considered it at first, but we were running out of tissue and such. I went down the paper goods isle and tossed in a package of napkins, a box of Kleenex, but when I bent down to grab the largest quantity of toilet paper I saw a tiny foot poking out from the bottom shelf.
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Nice turn, Mike. It has only been moments since I spoke with you, but I didn't see this coming. Introducing a child is a game changer. How much more human can it get than to think about a child? The puppy juxtaposition was a turning point and the emotions were raw. I am so rapt in this story that you better have a new episode daily! Lots to think about and many correlations to normal daily life can and should be made. Perhaps a title to this should involve the word, Human
It tickles me to no end that I'm receiving title suggestions from most everyone who reads this. I guess I just trust that in time there will come a point where it jumps out at me and cements itself as the one and only option. Keep suggesting! It gives me food for thought. Daily episodes are probably not going to happen. I suppose I could do this. But each of these takes around an hour or two to write and read over a half dozen times before I post them. I'm afraid it would cause me to abandon all other writing and get entirely absorbed by this one project
This is very interesting, Mike. I'm going to have to find and read parts 1-4.
1,3, and 4 should be easy enough to find... Part 2 however was reported for profanity and subsequently removed. If you find yourself invested enough, send me a message and I'll send you back that installment. Thanks for reading
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5/2/2025 7:30:55 PM # 1.0.0
I just finished reading part five and I am really impressed at your ability to be there and let it happen. The four year old part is perfect. I baby sat a four year old for five hours today and she is a terror. Carry on with confidence. Good luck on the trip back and don't let anything happen to that kid. It would kill your story not just be an innovation. Reader confidence would be shattered. Looking forward to a continuance.