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| Note: This was taken pre-apocalypse. |
So Janet is Brad’s mom. She had been
with Reason’s for over thirty years. When the time came, favors were called in,
and both of Janet’s children picked up jobs at Reason’s. When Brad worked at
the store, we became fast friends. We would always talk movies when we worked
together and even wanted to make his own low budget army film to put on YouTube.
He loves Sylvester Stallone (whereas I am a Schwarzenegger fan) and is
fascinated with all things military. Which I think is part of the reason he
became interested in Kasondra. I swear this grocery store was a breeding ground
for relationships (some good, some bad). Note:
Tell you guys the “Libby II” story. I am writing that down.
Now it may just be coincidence but
here is Kasondra. A little older, involved in the National Guard, and, admittedly,
there is nothing sexier than a woman that has fired a .50 caliber machine gun
from the roof of a Hummer. Everything was going good until Kasondra was
promoted to manager. This was going to cause a conflict of interest as she was
going to be Brad’s boss. So Brad decided to move across the road to work at ACE
Hardware. (And I am sure all the survivors over at ACE thank God for that
fact.)
By now, you all know the story of his
harrowing escape to get back to Reason’s and his lovely bride-to-be. Kasondra
and Brad were supposed to be married this past weekend but the whole Zombie
Apocalypse kind of put the kibosh on their plans. That really is the most
aggravating thing about zombies ending the world: They have no consideration
for your personal life…
Brad is a bit of a momma’s boy… but
in the best way possible. He loves his mother very much and I would say it was
probably about 55/45% Kasondra/Janet motivation for Brad to get over here.
However, Kasondra has confided in me that post-apocalyptic Brad has remained
much more clothed than pre-end of the world Brad. And I kind of thank him for
that. Apparently, the extent of Brad’s wardrobe consisted of boxer-briefs once
he got home from work. Still, he is man pretty and people would much rather see
Brad in that outfit than me…
He is a good kid, a better shot, and
he was a natural choice to be part of the sortie teams that went out
scavenging.
Jenny
Deffenbaugh: I’ve spent some time trying to find the silver lining in this
whole end of the world. When I was in high school, there was a very nice young
lady who graduated a year ahead of me. Her cousin graduated with me and I was
good friends with her other cousin. (This is one of the trademarks of living in
a small town. Everyone is connected somehow.) Well, Jenny’s family is the one
that owns the ACE Hardware that was across the street and she was one of the
survivors that managed to barricade themselves inside. Now, I know that Jen was
over there and I had even given them a little bit of business from time to
time. So I would say that we were acquaintances before all of this went down.
We graduated from the same high school and that is a bond that you never really
break. We were both Adair Warriors but for me… Wow, I just realized that was
twenty years ago.
Nevertheless, when Jen and that crew
came through the door and we both saw each other, there were hugs exchanged and
we held on to each other a little longer than you would with a stranger. And
when we broke that hug and we looked into each other’s eyes, we both said
wordlessly, “I am glad you made it.”
And now that we are over one hundred
days into this septic pit of despair, I take great pride in the fact that Jen
and I have reconnected. It is kind of like those people who would complain
about their parents only living five miles away from them but they have only
had dinner with them once in three months. Here is this wonderful person that
was out doing her thing, that I used to see every day in school, had math
classes with, and then life pulled us in different directions.
I had heard she had married (and
later divorced) that one dude. But I didn’t know about the trials and
tribulations that led her down that road. And they were some bad ones… Jen and
I both rarely go down “memory lane” in that we feel that it is best not to drag
up the memories of what we have both lost. But having someone that you went to
school with in your survivor group, it is like an anchor to the past. It is a
living reminder that the world was not always in the state it was now. I think
that is good for both of us.
Jenny is in the same boat as many of
the young ladies that populate our group. She tries not to think about her kids
that would have been at Adair Elementary when the outbreak hit. I wish that was
her lone Achilles’ heel but Jen does have a bit of confidence problem. She
doesn’t see the level of strength that she has welled within her. Now, I will
say this, she doesn’t have the issues that Shannon has. She feels like Jenny
believes that she would have crumbled if she would have been on her own but I
believe she would have risen to the occasion. She just cannot see it. But when
she does, she is going to be a force to be reckoned with…

