Yesterday's Gone: Season One

What did you all mean infected? Am I infected?”
    “Get these two in the van,” one of the SWAT men said to the woman.
    “Yes, Sergeant,” she said, and turned to Teagan and Jade, “I need you to come with me, please.”
    “Wait a second,” Jade said. “What are you gonna do with Ken? With my dad?”
    “Please,” the woman said, her voice kind, but firm, “just come with me. We can’t stay here long.”
    “What’s going on?” Ken said, pushing past one of the SWAT team and trying to join Jade and Teagan. “You’re not taking them anywhere.”
    “On your knees!” one of the SWAT team yelled at Ken, rifle aimed.
    Ken’s eyes were wide, face panicked, as he stepped back, “Please, just tell me what’s going on? Where are you taking them?”
    “On your knees!” the same SWAT man yelled out.
    “Fuck you!” Ken spit out.
    The man fired the rifle once, straight into Ken’s head, and he dropped like a rag doll.
    Teagan and Jade screamed as the woman pushed them toward the open doors of the waiting van. To see Ken shot right in front of them like that was nothing short of surreal. That they would kill someone so easily meant that now anything was possible. Including government soldiers who kidnap you for your baby.
    “Fuckers!” Jade cried, trying to break free, and run to Ken.
    Another SWAT man swung a nightstick into the small of Jade’s back and she fell to the ground in a heap. Teagan’s head was spinning in indecision. She wanted to help Jade, but hands were on her, pushing her, and she couldn’t risk the baby. Everything was happening so fast.
    Jade struggled to get up and the SWAT man hit her again, this time in the ribs, and she screamed. Teagan was being pulled farther away, toward the open back of a separate black van. The world spun as Teagan’s feet threatened to betray her and cause her to stumble to the ground; she reached out for support, someone to hold.
    She fell into the woman in the Hazmat suit, looked up at the woman’s face, cold, sterile behind the glass dome.  
    “Please, don’t hurt my baby,” she said, before passing out.

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BORICIO WOLFE

    October 19  
    3:15 a.m.
    Somewhere in Alabama

    “So, either of you scrawny fuckers get your dicks wet yet?”
    Boricio tore down the darkened dead highway in the armored truck, trying not to notice the nothing seeping in from everywhere while doing his best to keep himself entertained. Entertaining himself wasn’t easy with two passengers who had yet to unzip their flies and give life a decent pounding.  
    Silence from the back seat.  
    “What, no stories? Don’t tell me I’m trying to make an all-mighty pyramid of tip-top fuckers with two bitches at the bottom. I don’t give a fat fuck with fairy wings if you went dipping your fingers into Mayonnaise Mary every other Monday, or the best you ever had was emptying your pecker into your sister’s dirty panties; I want a story. Now,” he said, turning to the boys in the back, “who wants to go first?”
    Before either could answer, Boricio said. “Never mind. Fuck you both. I’ll go first. You two think of your stories, then conjure ways to make ‘em not suck while I tell mine.”  
    Boricio turned his eyes back to the road and began telling his tale.  
    “I was 13, and no, I ain’t embarrassed to admit it took me that long before I was moving out of Palmdale.” Boricio cackled and slapped the wheel. “I was at my cousin Charlie’s for a kegger. And yeah,” Boricio caught Charlie’s eyes in the rearview, “his name was Charlie too, except he wasn’t no faggot. He liked pussy, and loved to talk about it. He was my mom’s oldest brother’s kid, a real asshole and about as sharp as a fucking marble, but he hated my old man and looked out for me, which was plenty more than just about anyone else did or wanted to do at that point in my life. So I was with him one weekend, like I was a few times a year, and he was having one of his Big Gulp-sized soirees at the apartment. It was packed with people. To this day I don’t know what they were smoking in there; I was only allowed a little because Chuck said it was expensive. But one hit was all I needed to Fuck. Me. Up. BAM! I was out like unpaid electric.”
    Boricio turned to the backseat. “Y’all listening back there? I’m dishing some primetime entertainment; it’d be nice to see ya’ on the edges of your seats.”
    Adam and Charlie laughed, then they both slid forward in their seats.