Jarvis was quickly interrupted by the commander asking, “Wait, what’s the Cuse area?” Jarvis paused to pick at his mashed potatoes with his fork before beginning again. “I’m from Syracuse. The Cuse is just what we locals call it. Well, at least that’s what we used to call it. Now, I’m not too sure what it might be. But I suppose the place really couldn’t have gotten much worse.” “Did they get out?” Brayzack asked, but then a regretful look began overtaking his face for having pried. He quickly glanced back down at his tray while he waited for Jarvis to respond, all the while thinking he should ask him something else as to change the subject. “No, sir,” Jarvis began after the long pause. “I mean… I do have family up there. My parents, brother, and even an on-and-off again girlfriend, Amber. But they got out. I notified them as soon as I found out that those infected mosquitoes got out from Camp Hero. I’m sorry. I know that information been classified, and I had no right to tell them about anything. But after seeing what the agent did at Camp Hero. How quickly it was spreading. I couldn’t risk my family with them being so close by.” Jarvis’s speech had a shaky nervousness to it, and …show more content…
I would have done exactly the same if I could go back in time a few days, but I didn’t know how hot the agent was until after I’d arrived at Camp Hero. I wish… I wish I would have called my wife sooner, told her pack a bag, grab the kids and get the hell out-of-town before the quarantines went up, before martial law been enacted and all driving prohibited.” He then paused for a moment before beginning again in a low defeated tone, “Before the Goddamn dead got up and started eating people. Now, I don’t know where they are, and I’m stuck here on this boat overseeing a freaking bait and shoot program when I need to be out there looking for
"Mrs. Henshaw, no matter what you may have read, Chris and I are dating, nothing more," Mary Alice said.
Thank you for your response and question. I could only hope that her family would notice she was not home. Now, how long would it take? I think maybe a few days depending on if she had things around the house that she had to do. I don’t know any other outcomes that come to mind when Connie is basically being forced in to this guy’s car to be driven to only god knows where to possibly be raped or murdered all because she was getting any kind of affection from her mother and aunt who were too busy comparing Connie to her sister. I wish we could have known how long has the house and Connie’s family been watch by this guy. I kind of wish this story had a better ending or maybe an alternate ending where she was able to get away and get help or Arnold’s
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The thunder clapped against the sky, sounding like thousands of galloping horses. There was no sign of human life except for the truck and luxury horse trailer that zoomed by. Hard rain hit the trailer, making loud thuds against it's rusted metal. A young teenager with brown curly hair, freckles, and blue eyes sat in the back seat of the red truck. The girl glanced at the camper/trailer behind them and sighed.
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“Yeah, kind of figured that out by the name, but I believe I know the place you’re talking about.”