Yesterdays Gone: SEASON TWO (THE POST-APOCALYPTIC SERIAL THRILLER) (Yesterday's Gone)

Who?” Ryan asked, voice cracked and thin, throat raw.
    “Get him some water, will you, Carmine?”
    “OK, Gramps,” Carmine said, and went into the kitchen.
    “I know you told us to stay put, but when a fighter hears all hell breaking loose, he don’t hide.”
    Ryan smiled. Balls of steel.
    “There were two of them. Not sure where the rest went, but only two made it up the stairs, and we were able to take ‘em out. They’d already killed the thug who shot you.”
    “Thank you,” Ryan said as Carmine returned with a bottle of water and brought it to Ryan’s lips. Ryan took a sip, nearly choked, causing water to dribble down his chin, then took another sip. The water soothed his throat and felt like the best liquid ever sipped.  
    “Thank you for saving Carmine,” Joe said.
    Ryan downed more water, surprised how thirsty he was.
    “How long was I out?”
    “Five days,” Carmine said.
    FIVE DAYS?!
    “You was in bad shape,” Joe said.
    “How did you guys heal me?” Ryan asked, reaching to his gut to feel where he’d been shot. The skin was tender, but smooth, hair missing from the area. No stitches or open wound.
    “We didn’t. Your wounds healed on their own. Like a miracle,” Joe said.
    Ryan didn’t know what to say. Though his body was achy, the pain wasn’t nearly as bad as it had been. He tried to sit, and though groggy and stiff, he managed.
    “The Lord must’ve been looking out for you,” Joe said. “I never seen a gunshot wound heal that quickly. And the bite wounds are almost all gone, too.”
    Bite wounds?

    TO BE CONTINUED . . .
    NEXT TUESDAY (JAN. 31, 2012)

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YESTERDAY’S GONE
    EPISODE 10
    (FOURTH EPISODE OF SEASON TWO)

    “COLD FRONT”

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CALLIE THOMPSON: PART 1

    Abrams, Georgia
    March 22
    afternoon

    When Callie was small, she used to watch The Wizard of Oz with a heavy heart beneath a blanket of sadness, wishing she could be swept away by a tornado, then delivered to a fantastical world with talking scarecrows and tin men with hearts of gold. Instead, her first tornado delivered her to Hell.
    She woke face down in the mud, body aching, scratches up and down her arms and face, raked by the flying debris. She scrambled around in search of her gun, but found nothing but mud. Her arms were lacerated with fresh cuts. Everything was gone — the store, the parking lot, the trees, and everything else as far as she could see. It was as if God Himself had reached down, scooped up the top layer of earth,, and tossed it into the heavens.  
    There was an awful, ashen nothing smothering the world in every direction.
    “Charlie!