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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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After a small breakfast Haven left the group and went to wake Seth up. Thinking he had slept in after the long night before, she quietly entered the room he was sharing with Nathan only to find it empty. Puzzled by this, she popped her head out the door and looked down the hall to see if he might be in the bathroom, but the door was standing open. She walked down the hall checking the three other rooms, but Seth wasn't in any of those.
She went back to the great room and finding Hollis, asked if he had seen Seth this morning. He hadn't.
Haven started to worry and went outside to look around. She walked all around the large compound, but Seth was no where to be seen. She looked over the small brick wall that separated the driveway from the front lawn and had her answer. His truck was gone.
Back inside she went straight to the room he had slept in and looked around, finding the folded piece of paper on a bed side table. She opened it and read the few short sentences. Seth had left in the night for Salt Lake City to find his mother. Haven was mortified, and she ran out yelling for Hollis and Verbena.
Verbena jumped up first and ran to her with Hollis right behind her. Donelle came from her bedroom where she had put Neala down for a nap. Bretta stood in the kitchen, her eyes like saucers as the commotion ensued.
"Seth is gone," Haven stuttered handing the note to Hollis who went over it and looked at his wife with a distressed expression.
"Are you serious," Deag asked coming in from the garden room where he was listening to radio communications. "What the hell is he thinking?"
"He says here that he's going to find his mother," Hollis reiterated. "He can't be far. I can hustle up and try to bring him back."
"No," Deag interrupted adamantly. "We can't chase after him. We'll be leaving ourselves too vulnerable, and Haven, we can't put Hollis at risk. It wouldn't be fair."
Tears streaked down Haven's cheeks.
Bretta came over and put her arms around her friend in a tender show of affection and sympathy. "He'll make it back. I'm sure of it. We gotta let him try to find his mom, Haven," she exhorted her gently.
"Bretta is right," Donelle interjected. "Now Deag, take the girls and start teaching them how to use the radio. All of us need to know how."
Bretta took Haven and they followed Deaglan to Donelle's garden room turned ham radio center.
Donelle took a deep breath. "These kids. Too young for serious relationships. You can't tell them anything, they know it all."
Verbena shook her head. "Its just heartbreaking, and who knows if Seth will survive. Salt Lake City is one of the worst hit. We're going to have to keep an eye on that girl, so she doesn't sneak out too, and go after him."
