Wednesday, June 2, 2010

American Apocalypse IV - Heartland Chapter 9b

We ran until we found another street to cross over on. I stopped at a corner. I sorely missed getting Freya's magic bird view at times like this. Thursday was almost right behind me. I was going to have to slow it down. The kid was game but his legs were too short. Lightening strikes were hitting all over town and I smelled smoke. Something was burning nearby. It was hard to tell where. From the smell it was wood. Whether it was a house or a tree I had no idea. I didn't really care either. What was bothering me was running down the road with all this iron attached to me. I felt like a freaking lightening rod waiting to get lit up. Especially as the strikes were not all that far away. Then it began to rain. Hard.

I looked the kid and asked him "You alright?

He told me "I'm fine. Shouldn't we be moving?"

Thursday joined in with "Yeah. Shouldn't we be plundering too? Maybe setting fire to houses and seeing if any women folk run out?"

I wasn't sure who I wanted to smack upside the head more. Instead I told the kid "Shut up."  I told Thursday "Not today" and I started running again.  The rain was heavy enough that I figured as long as it kept pouring we might get out of town without anymore problems. I felt better in the woods. In town if we got cornered they would eventually wear us down or burn us out. Of course the rain and lightening stopped almost instantly once we got moving again. I just kept jogging and thought "Shit never goes right. Never." The thought kind of made me happy. I was used to that.


  1. Thanks for a good laugh Nova!

    "Yeah. Shouldn't we be plundering too? Maybe setting fire to houses and seeing if any women folk run out?"

    ahahaha this is the best line in the book.


  2. One time Thursday was challenged to show his skill in a contest - he drank from a horn and drank and drank, but didn't manage to lower it more than a few inches. After being heckled severely about that he was invited to show his strength by lifting up a cat, but he could only lift up the paw. I'll let you read about the old woman for yourself.

  3. So they kill in the name of their goddess, and now will start pillaging and raping? And these are the good guys?

  4. bobn,

    Thursday is old school. Real old school.

  5. Nova,

    I wonder how old school things will actually get.

    I don't want to be involved in either end of the rape and pillage transaction (except for the parts where Banksters get their just desserts, maybe).

  6. I'm beginning to think that I'm not really emotionally equipped for an AA world.

    If it weren't for my nephews, I might be sorely tempted to just checkout.

  7. FSHB,

    Didn't Thursday drink a large part of the sea?

    BTW, this story rocks hard tasty abs.