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

released them to the wind where they fluttered slowly into the flurry, then floated to the carpeted snow like droplets of blood.  
    “It’s you,” The Man in the Middle said.  
    “Do you have a rose for me?”   Luca said, even though the question made no sense to him, like one of those things that happened in dreams. It was as if her were following someone else’s script, even though the words came from his mouth.
    “Of course.” The Man in the Middle reached behind his back and produced a second red rose, with even more petals and none of them picked.”
    “Thank you,” Luca said. He took the rose and started to pick the petals, one by one, adding fresh drops of blood to the new fallen snow. He said, “She loves me; she loves me not,” just like The Man in the Middle.
    They picked their petals together in silence, the cold wind stinging their cheeks, neither one afraid. Luca was about to leave to look for Rebecca when he said, “You’re sharing the snow right now with all of us, right?”
    The Man in the Middle looked down at Luca, and said, “She loves me not.”  

    * * * *

BORICIO WOLFE: PART 2

    In the woods
    March 25
    early morning

    Boricio stared through the binoculars, watching the snow cover the sloping roofs of the houses below, the place his gut told him that his team had gone to. There were no signs of Charlie, Adam, Vic, or Callie. But it made sense that they’d be down there. It was warm and looked like the safest place Boricio had seen in a while. If they were making a break from Team Boricio, this seemed like the best bet for the four of them.  
    He almost couldn’t blame them for leaving. But he was pissed as a motherfucker that they hadn’t thought to come get him. And to come here , of all places? To the enemy camp?
    What, do they think they’re too good for me? They don’t want Boricio socializing with their new friends?
    Either way, the trip wouldn't be a waste. Even if Chucky Fuckup wasn’t down there letting Adam give him the old reach around, since Callie wouldn’t, the odds were solid that Boricio would find something to fuck, even if not Callie. Now that he’d had a taste of fresh pussy, or not so fresh in Jenna’s case, he was like a fatso off his diet.
    Boricio tossed the binoculars into his backpack, then wrapped a scarf around his neck and pulled a wool hat over his head, just past his ears. He turned the pistol around in his hand, taking a long while to drop it in the trunk, along with the bag full of weapons, he would come back to get later.
    He tossed his keys into a hole in a nearby tree, and covered the Z8 with a white tarp, where it was concealed well enough behind a thick wall of trees.

    Boricio trudged through the snow toward the compound, until he found the road which led to the wrought iron gates in the distance. Every step thickened the new feeling inside him, a feeling he didn’t know but liked a whole fuck of a lot. It was like walking into a dream, wide awake.
    He’d been watching the place for hours, and hadn’t seen one person he recognized. He hoped they wouldn’t recognize him, either. And if they did, oh well. He’d gotten out of there once before.
    Boricio reached the entrance to the compound and stood in front of the gate, staring at the letters carved into the stone wall: “The Sanctuary.”  
    Even with the bitter wind biting the skin from his face, Boricio couldn't help but laugh out loud.  
    Ain’t no sanctuary in the world with enough solace to save it from Boricio.

    TO BE CONTINUED. . .

YESTERDAY’S GONE
    EPISODE 11
    (FIFTH EPISODE OF SEASON TWO)

    “THE LOOPHOLE”

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