American Apocalypse IV: Rescue
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Gardener made a promise to Carol to find her missing son, even though doing so may cost him his relationship with Night. After finding the boy, they end up in a Federal Zone where everything seems almost normal again. The roads are open, food is available, and the electricity is on. Is the crisis over?
him, he grinned and told me, “Fuck that. I’m not going anywhere.” I was still laughing as four of the Brethren formed up in front of the trucks, each standing about a half of a pace apart. Two more hung back by the cabs. They had left the doors open. The other two up in the beds were using scoped rifles to look towards the houses on the hill. I revised my opinion of them upwards a notch. The leader said, “Hey, Captain. You know...” He didn’t get to finish his sentence because I was walking
them. Nice. Pumpkins must have been good to this town. The dogs woke up and started barking. Woof had jumped out the open window after we left and was sitting halfway under the truck bed in the shade. He was no idiot. He popped up and met Zane halfway with his tail wagging. Zane, if he had a tail, would have wagged it back at him. Instead he stuck his hand in his pocket and palmed Woof a piece of pancake. I ignored it. We hopped into the truck. Woof still stunk. Pancakes apparently weren’t
background and telling Saggy Jowls, “I gotta see this.” Woof didn’t like the idea. I knelt down next to him and held out the leash for him to sniff. He declined. I told him, “Look, big guy, you got to do this. I got to give up my guns. I don’t like it but it’s for the greater good.” I shouldn’t have said greater good. Woof was no dummy. He knew when someone said that you weren’t going to like what they had planned. He backed away. I tried a different line. “Remember when I found you? You were
watching the door. He wasn’t doing a good job of it due to being distracted. I hoped he had done a better job with Woof. What I saw matched up with what I had heard. Sherri was bent over a pallet of feed sacks and was getting raped by Pockmark. Sledge and Greasy Ink were watching. The counter guy, Freemen, was asking Sledge, “It’s my turn after him, right?” Sherri’s face was turned away from me. I was glad of that. That’s when everything started happening. I reached out with my right arm and
that I will well and faithfully discharge the duties of the office on which I am about to enter. So help me God.” I asked them, “Who gets to define the ‘all enemies, foreign, and domestic’ part?” The Marshall said, “I know what you are worried about. It’s your connection with Freya, right?” He didn’t wait for an answer, which was good because he would have been waiting awhile. “Current policy is that followers of Freya are practicing a religion and are not considered a terrorist organization.