Puffy white flakes of snow blew toward and across the windshield as we drove down the highway. It was still only October and yet the Alaskan landscape was blanketed in white. This far north the first snow had arrived early and stayed, not melting away like it usually did in Pennsylvania.
"So much for global warming," joked Scott, over the CB.
"You're lucky I'm not Hank," I warned. I'd said it as an unconscious reaction to what Scott's comment. I immediately regretted it. "I'm sorry Scott."
"It's ok," he answered. "I could use one of his long speeches about now."
He may be trying to sound unaffected, but I could hear the sadness in his voice. The loss of Dean and Henry hit the three of us really hard. They always seemed in control. …show more content…
Sure, I had Squeak with me, but Scott was traveling alone. We felt it best if we could communicate.
A local Radio Shack readily gave way to our needs. Before the apocalypse, I'd never set foot in one of those stores. Preferring larger electronic stores to provide computers and other technology-related items, but the more time I spent with the boys, the more I liked Radio Shack. They had everything in those little stores, even more than their larger competitors.
Within an hour of raiding an undisturbed Radio Shack, Scott had our two CBs installed and running. They were so fun and simple to use that even Squeak was chattering away without any practice.
One of our young companions jobs was to scan the channels every so often, listening for other survivors. That's how we found Ned and Kim. We were traveling North in Illinois when we picked up their call.
It seems Ned was holed up in his mom's basement when the whole zombie thing went down. He was one of those guys who never moved out of his parents home. Having converted the downstairs into his computer headquarters. Doing some small time hacking while hosting websites on an array of servers he'd pieced together from stuff a local business had
"So much for global warming," joked Scott, over the CB.
"You're lucky I'm not Hank," I warned. I'd said it as an unconscious reaction to what Scott's comment. I immediately regretted it. "I'm sorry Scott."
"It's ok," he answered. "I could use one of his long speeches about now."
He may be trying to sound unaffected, but I could hear the sadness in his voice. The loss of Dean and Henry hit the three of us really hard. They always seemed in control. …show more content…
Sure, I had Squeak with me, but Scott was traveling alone. We felt it best if we could communicate.
A local Radio Shack readily gave way to our needs. Before the apocalypse, I'd never set foot in one of those stores. Preferring larger electronic stores to provide computers and other technology-related items, but the more time I spent with the boys, the more I liked Radio Shack. They had everything in those little stores, even more than their larger competitors.
Within an hour of raiding an undisturbed Radio Shack, Scott had our two CBs installed and running. They were so fun and simple to use that even Squeak was chattering away without any practice.
One of our young companions jobs was to scan the channels every so often, listening for other survivors. That's how we found Ned and Kim. We were traveling North in Illinois when we picked up their call.
It seems Ned was holed up in his mom's basement when the whole zombie thing went down. He was one of those guys who never moved out of his parents home. Having converted the downstairs into his computer headquarters. Doing some small time hacking while hosting websites on an array of servers he'd pieced together from stuff a local business had