After the Apocalypse
Chapter 67: It's always darkest
by Mark Bollman--> and Steve Donohue
Joe and Dave made themselves as comfortable as possible in the abandoned building, which turned out to be less than ideal. After exploring the building, they basically wound up huddled together in what must have been the office at some time. After a few moments discussion, they decided that posting a guard was more trouble than it was worth - the door was locked and entry was bound to make enough noise to wake one of them; both lived in environments where being a light sleeper was a way of life. They spent several restless minutes cursing the storm which raged outside then drifted into an uneasy sleep.
Outside the building, Jim Peters was watching from the shelter of the nearby hospital. He and Charlie had pulled the late night watch duty again. He could scarcely believe what he was seeing. First, the razers had come by and planted something on the roof of the abandoned garage, then two other men had come by on foot. He hadn't been able to see clearly through the storm, but it looked like all four men had done something on the roof of the building. Unsure how to proceed, he decided to awaken his sleeping partner.
"Hey, Charlie, wake up, there's something strange going on over by the garage".
"Huh, what do you mean?"
"I don't know, first the razers came by, then two other guys on foot. The other guys are still in there."
"Did you get a good look at 'em?"
"Through this storm? No way, but I don't think they were razers."
"Not likely, razers don't walk too much. As long as they're in there, I say we just watch the building until the storm breaks."
"Then we round up a few more shepherds and find out who they are and why they're in town. I'm guessing they might even know who shot Nick."
"Okay, I guess that works." Peterson said uncertainly, "but heaven help us if they get away."
"If they get away, we never saw them."
"Oh yeah," said Peterson. "That makes sense. Guess it's your turn to be on watch while I catch some shut-eye."
Landers watched Peterson struggle to get comfortable for a few minutes, then he turned his attention back to the garage. He couldn't figure it out. Whoever was in there must be an idiot. The building was unheated and cavernous and the razers had pretty much emptied it of all contents. He thought they'd have destroyed it by now, but figured they might be planning to try to restore some of the hoists and stuff to functionality. Peering into the storm, he could still make out the dim shadow of some sort of gun on the roof. They'd watched the razers put it there hours earlier but had decided against approaching it before dawn. Maybe that was what had drawn the strangers to the abandoned garage. It didn't matter much now. In the morning, he and the boys would get some answers.
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