the day was warm bordering on hot. The bright sun shone through the window and made mom look like an angel. She picked me up and put me on her knee.
I looked up at her with a wide grin. We looked at each other for a second, when I saw a shadow creep across her face. I whipped my head around and saw a geek looking at us through the window. His lower jaw was hanging by a fragile piece of flesh and his massive rotten tongue was lulling on his neck. A murky drip of saliva was running down his torn shirt and his mangled hands were pumping against the glass. Mom got to her feet, tossing me onto the floor. I started to cry, but stopped when I saw two more geeks in the window. I was just about to scream when Mom grabbed me by the shoulders and shouted “hey Mort!”.
But her voice was weird, it was rough and way to deep.
I looked at her confused, but she just bellowed: “Mort, seriously, you need to get up”
I blinked my eyes once and Mom was replaced by Desmond. He stood over me red faced and panting. I ignored him, turned on my side and pulled my blanket over my head, hoping to fall back asleep.
I shouldn’t have done that, though, because suddenly my blanket was gone. The cold hit me like a ton of bricks and my eyes shot open. It took me a second to adjust to the light and a second further to understand what that meant
“Son of a…” I cursed as the realization hit me; I was late. I got to my feet quickly, but I had to stop as the world started to spin..
“you OK?” Desmond asked because I had started to cradle my head with my hands.
“yeah, I’m fine I just…” I said cutting myself off as I heard the distant sound of church bells.
I started dressing in a hurry. Desmond just, kind of, stood there and watched me as I struggled to get into my worn jeans and tattered sweatshirt.
We both knew that we had a little under 5 minutes to get to the cathedral or we would be facing overtime, and nobody wanted that.
Desmond and I lived in a rigidity old shed at the edge of sector 4, where no one would bother us.
We had two beds… well madrases, an old oil-drum for fires and a bookshelf where Desmond kept all of his books. It wasn’t much, but it was as close to a home as I was likely go get in savior city.
I was actually supposed to come wake Desmond up this morning. I was a very light sleeper, which meant I usually woke early enough for work. Desmond must have woken just a couple if minutes before I did.
These were all things that flooded my head as I put on my socks, with Desmond still glaring at me. Finally, as I was shoving my last shoe on, Desmond lost patience and just hauled me out of the door by my arm.