Yesterday's Gone: Season Three (THE POST-APOCALYPTIC SERIAL THRILLER)

what this fucker’s talking about?” He waved the pistol toward his doppelganger. “Even if a fucker’s smart enough to look like me, minus his chewed caramel fuck face, there ain’t but one Boricio, at the end of the world.”
    Boricio was mostly quiet for the next 15 minutes, perhaps for the first time in as many years, while Callie and the other Boricio brought him up to speed. Die Hard and Wimpy Dick joined the bullshit session, standing at the door while Boricio drifted from disbelief to fascination.
    Most of those 15 minutes were spent catching Boricio up on the bare basics rather than the other Boricio’s personal history, but it didn’t take Boricio long to realize that Captain Copycat had enjoyed many benefits that had been ass-raped from Boricio’s life.
    Boricio was getting tired of hearing Captain Copycat go on and on, so he interrupted him and asked, “Where the fuck are Charlie and Adam?”
    “We were getting to that part,” Callie said.
    “Well, you weren’t getting there fast enough.”
    Boricio wondered what Mary and the rest of Team Boricio must be thinking upstairs. He wondered how much they could hear, especially since the conversation was fairly muted. He wondered if they knew about, or saw, fugly Boricio.
    Even after five minutes, Callie still hadn’t said shit worth saying.
    “So,” Boricio repeated, “once again, where the fuck are Charlie and Adam?”
    Callie said, “Adam’s dead. He died before we got to Black Mountain. Charlie’s at Black Mountain right now.”
    “Why?” Boricio said. “He didn’t want to come to the happy reunion? Or is this not a happy reunion? Let me know if it ain’t, so I can put the ice cream back in the freezer.”
    “Charlie’s infected,” she said. “They’re holding him in quarantine so the infection doesn’t spread. They’re trying to help him.” She gestured toward the Captain. “Boricio thinks they’ll be able to cure him. He thinks Charlie will be fine.”
    The Captain seemed suddenly impatient. “Where’s Luca?” he said, for the fourth time since coming into Boricio’s home.
    Boricio growled, “Why do you need to see Luca?”
    The Captain said, “Because he’s my kid brother.”
    “How’s that?” he said. “I don’t have a brother. So you wanna tell me why one Little Boricio gets to go to the market and have roast beef, while the other Little Boricio stays home and has none?”
    That’s when Boricio remembered what he’d seen when Luca had gone in his head and “fixed him,” the other Boricio as a child — a seemingly happy child, adopted by Will.
    The Captain said, “In my world, my father, Will, adopted Luca, just like he adopted me.”
    Boricio said, “But this Luca’s from our world, right? The good one. Not your fucked up under the table other side of the rainbow fuck-all.”
    The other Boricio apparently had more patience in his pinky than the real one did in his whole body. Because if the Captain was talking to him the way he was talking to the Captain, he’d have already cut the fucker’s head from his body, then left the whole lot of them to figure shit out while he found a place to go bowling.
    The Captain said, “I’m not sure which world your Luca is from. But I must speak with him, regardless. I believe he is the key to all of this.”
    Goddammit if the fucker wasn’t right.
    “To all of what?” Boricio asked.
    “To everything.”
    Boricio swallowed, not knowing what the fuck everything meant, even though he knew every word was true. “There’s something you should know,” he said.
    The Captain raised his eyebrow. “Yes?”
    “Luca’s not a kid,” he shook his head. “Not anymore. He’s nothing like you’re probably picturing him.”
    The Captain still had his eyebrow raised. Boricio wondered if he had just the one, or if the other was hiding under the eye patch. If it was, Boricio wondered whether it was raised as well. “What do you mean?” he asked.
    “Just what I said,” Boricio said. “Luca’s not a kid no more. I can’t explain why, but maybe you can, since you’ve apparently traded handsome for layers of bullshit I’m not stupid enough to peel.”
    The Captain said, “Where is Luca and what’s wrong with him?”
    Boricio grinned, then shrugged. “Like I said, Captain Copycat, I don’t know what’s wrong with him. He’s been healing people, and every time he does it, he gets a little older. He’s been doing it a while, so now he looks around