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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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Down to the End of the Sidewalk
Deaglan and Miranda sat glued to the TV since he'd gotten home yesterday afternoon. In all their years of marriage, they'd never even binged watched a good reality show together, much less been remotely interested in the same types of programs, but this was no lame reality episode. It was reality. Just not one Deag had ever envisioned.
He wanted to turn it off, if only for Mirandas sake but that was not an option.
This morning the army national guard had been moving through Moab on Hwy 191 towards Salt Lake City. As they passed slowly through the streets, a recorded message blared, warning residents to stay indoors.
Salt Lake City was enacting medical marshal law and the state of Utah was implementing a dusk to dawn curfew until further notice.
To make matters worse, he couldn't get in touch with Nathan and some of the images he'd seen from news reports were disturbing and down-right unbelievable.
Deag was on hyper-panic mode, and Miranda wasn't helping his nerves.
When their mother called him about Nathan, Miranda went into meltdown, ran into their bedroom with the kids and refused to come out. When he ended the call, he went to the bedroom door and tried to go in, but the door was locked.
"Really, Miranda? Open the damn door." Deag urged impatiently.
Miranda could hear the irritation in his voice and stubbornly refused. "I'M not and you're not going out to look for Nathan either Deaglan, its dangerous! And you're not leaving me here alone to go get your mom either! We aren't going anywhere! I mean it Deag!"
"Miranda! You're not telling me what I can and can't do! Your being ridiculous and your scaring the kids. Please come out so we can talk. I'm serious. Mom has someone picking her up, and besides, I won't leave you and the kids alone," Deag cajoled her. If I can help it, he thought to himself. "Come on. Unlock the door, please Miranda."
"Daddy come get us," his son Rois whined.
"Rois just unlock the door son. You can come out here with me."
"He's not unlocking the door Deag. Don't ask him to," Miranda launched angrily.
"Miranda. Rois can come out here if he wants to dammit. Oh my god. I've had enough," Deag half whispered to himself. He went to Rois's room got a hanger from the closet and proceeded to pick the lock on the bedroom door. When it swung open, the kids ran to him and he hugged them loosely and told them to go to the living room while he talked to Mommy.
Deag sat on the bed beside Miranda and she promptly burst into tears. He put his arms around her trembling shoulders brushing her long wheaten-blonde tresses from her heart shaped face and held her close.
"Miranda, it's going to be okay. I've got this, and I want you to calm down. Besides we're safe here. Salt Lake is a long way from Moab. You have to be stronger, for the kids. They don't need to be scared," Deag comforted her softly.
