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A zombie apocalypse with a twist of Native American Lore.
It all began from a sequence of events so absurd, complicated and uncommon as to be unbelievable but an ancient Hopi Pueblo Prophecy predicted a time when the...
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What You've Been Missing
Regional Center for Geological Research Cortez, Colorado. 2015
Nathan O'Connor Jr. sat huddled at his desk, in front of an old-fashioned dell desktop and nearby, a laptop glared obliquely in the dim light, scouring over facts and figures. Occasionally rolling his chair over to glance at a topographical map spread out on a nearby map table. Blinking intermittently on the laptop, a graph only he could understand.
He was deeply immersed in his work, as he had been since 1998, when he first landed the position of research geologist fresh out of college. Considered a genius, at least by his family, to Deaglan O'Connor who stood in the quiet hallway watching him through the paned glass wall of the office, Nathan was just his brother, though sometimes as in the present moment, a father figure, and as if he somehow felt the fact, Nathan slowly turned and peered out in the direction where Deaglan stood.
Their matching green eyes locked and Deaglan noted the slight frown on Nathan's rugged features and how he glanced at his sleek Movado watch.
Deag, as he was affectionately called by his family, waited until Nathan waved him in, which he almost dreaded since it was only ten in the morning. Deag knew that would explain the slight frown but, he was used to it. Nathan often worried about Deaglan, that being more than a brother stance he sometimes adopted to council Deaglan through some incident or other. Today was no different.
"Hi Bro," Deaglan chirped lightly.
"It's 10 am Deag." Nathan remarked with a lifted brow.
"Yeah I know." Deaglan managed to keep his tone of voice light.
"Are you closing the store tonight?" Nathan asked, vaguely.
"No, I took the day off."
"Does Miranda know?"
"Mm, no," Deag said, fidgeting with a Rubik's cube that had been on Nathan's desk for years.
Nathan sighed, reluctantly giving up his study of figures, graphs and maps, got up and sat on the edge of his desk staring at his brother's tall, lanky stance and now crossed arms. Except for a few very slight differences, they might be mistaken for twins, with those matching sea water eyes and fair skin. The only thing setting them apart were the bronze streaks of red in Deag's wavy hair which he usually kept under a baseball cap and Nathan's longer dark brown head of hair which he kept in a ponytail. Deag looked much more like his father, Nathan O'Connor Sr., and Nathan had his mother's dark hair, but they both took their eyes from their dad.
Nate waited for the usual weak explanation. But Deag's usual was not forthcoming, instead he just stared back quietly defiant.
"Well, Deag, that's a whole days' pay. Can you afford that?" Nathan persisted.
Deaglan's next comment left Nathan at a loss for words.
