Back in the last week of August, we
met Wes and Kyndall Reyes. Wes believed that movement equaled life. We have a
tremendous advantage over the undead in our maneuverability. By barricading
ourselves inside the store, it eliminates our advantage. So Wes and Kyndall
decided to move on down the road. I find myself wondering what happened to
them?
Was Wes correct in his theory? If
so, he and his sister have to be out there, moving along and surviving. Is it
possible that Denver really is a safe zone and they made it there?
We never heard from Sharon again.
For all we know, she made it to Doug and they are living high on the hog with
supplies from their farm and are snuggled up to each other beside the fireplace
to ward against the cold February wind.
What about Brian and Kelly? Was the
frozen tundra of the great white north really the refuge they were seeking? Did
they find Kelly’s family?
Or did Wes get bit and turn on
Kyndall? Did Sharon arrive at the family farm to find it overrun? Did Brian and
Kelly’s vehicle break down fifty miles from the store leaving them stranded and
at the mercy of a wandering horde?
Don’t get me wrong, I am not wishing
ill for any of them but I guess I would feel better if I had closure. If we had
some sort of word to let us know how people are doing, I could sleep better.
Before this world went to pot, you
have to understand we had cell phones, text messaging, Facebook status updates,
Instagram, Twitter, Four Square, and all the other technological updates that
bombarded us with information of who was doing what and where and at what time
and with whom and how they felt about it. “Robert is about to watch Movie Title
X at the Claremore Theater with Christie. Do you want to like this status?”
We were inundated with that kind of
information and now, we know nothing about what is going on beyond our small
perimeter. Right now, Adair – a mere nine miles away – could be on fire and we
wouldn’t know it.
I cannot imagine what people did for
information during the Revolutionary War or the Civil War. A loved one could
die in battle and you wouldn’t know it for months after until you got a letter
from a post rider. And we don’t even have that going for us!
All we can do is wait. And I have to
tell you, it is frustrating as hell.
