The Last People on Earth XXI – Freedom

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Cathy lay awake planning their escape. She kept asking herself the question, should she kill the man? Not only was he insane, he was a despicable person. He had attacked her several times, and he was right now, passed out in living room, so they could leave if they wanted. He always kept a loaded .357 magnum pistol, next to him though. And then she was afraid of the drones.

Unable to sleep much, she got up very early the next morning, and went to the kitchen for some water. He was snoring on the living room floor, smelling of alcohol, and urine. She found a letter on the kitchen counter, that would change everything. It was from the United States Congress…….which explained the drone program, and spoke about the survivors. She was stunned, but a sense of relief came over her. “So much for that fear.”, she whispered. She was reading a few lines about a farm in Pennsylvania, when he came up behind yelling, “What the hell are you doing!!” She turned around just in time to receive a backhanded slap to her face, which knocked her to the floor. She was so angry, she wanted to run for the pistol, but she sat up and said nothing.

Lance took the letter, lit it with a cigarette lighter, and threw it, into the unlit fireplace. Cathy didn’t care though, she had what she needed. As she held a hand to her bleeding nose, she knew now, that she and her daughter would be leaving, and it would be tonight. She was not afraid anymore.

At the farm in Pennsylvania that morning Jeremiah, was at the kitchen counter, fixing breakfast while the two ladies were at the table, talking about Jennifer’s baby jumping inside. Jennifer took Miriam’s hand and placed it on her stomach, saying, “See, right here”. “Oh I felt the baby jump!”, Miriam was excited now, and turned to Jeremiah, “Jeremiah!” “I felt the baby jump inside!”, she said. Jeremiah turned and smiled, and said “I heard sweetheart…”

Suddenly the phone rang, for only the second time since they had lived there. Jeremiah quickly turned off the stove, and reached for it. It was his turn now, and he said, “Hello?” a man’s voice on the other end said, “Hello my good man!” “Whoever you are, it is certainly good to hear your voice!” “My name is Roger Preston, and I’m calling from England!”

In Kentucky, Cathy purposely came back late, hoping Lance would be asleep, or passed out, and he was. She wanted to at least pack a couple of suitcases for her and Cory. She and her daughter got dressed for bed. She put her daughter in, but stayed by her side, waiting, making every move in her mind beforehand, so it would go well, and they could escape unhindered.

One hour later she picked up her daughter, now soundly sleeping, walked out of the house, leaving the door open. She gently placed her in the car, and buckled her seatbelt. She tiptoed back in the house. Would he wake up? She picked up the two suitcases from the bedroom, and continued walking through the house on tiptoes. Lance was snoring loudly.

She put the suitcases in the car, and went back to the house one more time. From the doorway, she could see the .357 magnum lying on the table next to him. She gently walked over and took it, walked out the door, and without a sound closed the door behind her.

Running to the car now, she hopped in, put it in neutral, and drifted down the hill, with the gun at her side. At the bottom of the hill she turned the car on and took off. She looked down at the pistol on the seat, and realized that if he followed her, she would kill him for sure.

She was heading for Pennsylvania…….and nothing was going to stop her.

To be continued.


Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

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