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

 
    “We’ll find someplace safer, with normal people that we don’t need to worry about. Wherever we go,” Desmond said, “ I’ll be there. I’ll help you. We’ll find someplace safe. We’ll be safe. We did it before; we can do it again. People were having babies for thousands of years before the first hospital was ever imagined.”
    “Yeah,” Mary agreed, “and they had the infant mortality rate to prove it.”
    Desmond nodded toward the box with the young girl being punished inside. “How about that, Mary? You want our child to grow up in a place where he or she might get tossed in the box when it cries too loud?”
    He would have loved to hear Mary’s comeback, but they were suddenly interrupted by Rei, looking even more smug than normal.  
    “Yeah?” Desmond said, not even trying to hide his irritation.  
    “I was wondering if either of you two have seen Brother Will. I would very much like to have a word with him.”
    “I saw him a bit ago, but I’m not sure where he went.” Desmond said. “What’s up?”
    “I had something I wanted to share with him. Pay no mind; go on with your talk. I’m sure I’ll find him shortly.” Rei made it three steps before he turned back and said, “Oh, I almost forgot. Brothers John and Boricio would like your help over at the church, Desmond. They’re waiting for you now.”  
    Then he turned and looked at Mary, with a wolfish smile that made Desmond want to rip every tooth from the fucker’s mouth.
    “Sarah was wondering if you could help her prepare for our new Brother’s stay. She’s waiting for you now.” He turned and walked away, not waiting for an answer.  
    Desmond and Mary knew they were being watched, so they wiped their eyes and each walked toward their assignment. He hoped she would listen to reason, and that they’d be gone from The Sanctuary before much longer.  
    The end of the world had jumbled man’s laws, and Desmond wasn’t sure how much longer he could stay before he made sure Rei quit breathing for good.  

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WILL BISHOP: PART 3

    Will waited until lunchtime, when the guards thinned to nearly nothing, just one man on the main house roof and one at the front gate, then made his way to the rear gate leading to the cemetery.  
    The rear gate was left unguarded, secured with only a padlock – easy enough to pick open with a paperclip and a tension wrench.
    He’d have to be quick. If he wasn’t back before lunch was over, he’d have a tough time getting in undetected, and would probably wind up sharing a cell with Carl, wherever the hell they were holding the kid. Or worse, inside a box beside the girl, Rebecca.
    Will picked the lock, slipped through the gate, stepped from the path and raced into the woods three inches deep with snow, still frozen from the night before. His eyes scanned the forest, hoping like hell he wouldn't find any monsters. He didn’t think they would, but to hear people talk, you’d think the woods were infested. Maybe they were, but everything looked eerily quiet at the moment. No birds chirping and no animals foraging, nothing but a light, cool breeze and creaking of trees.  
    Where is it?
    He’d seen it so clearly in his dreams; it hadn’t been far. Will was fairly certain it was just south of The Sanctuary, circled by forest on all sides except the west, which faced the front entrance.
    He glanced at his watch. 12:35.
    Lunch would be over at 1 p.m., and then the back of The Sanctuary would be filled with workers, laboring on the church.
    Will walked deeper into the woods until the stone wall of The Sanctuary was only a suggestion. He wondered if he should have gone north of The Sanctuary. If so, he was screwed. He’d been walking a while and wouldn't have time to make an about face that mattered.  
    His heart raced as he glanced at his watch again.
    12:45.
    It was as if time were speeding up to conspire against him.
    Where is it?!
    He was turning back in defeat when he saw what he’d left The Sanctuary to find.
    The white tarp covering the car, exactly as he had seen it in his dreams.
    He raced over, whipped the tarp off, then drew in his breath with a whistle.
    There it was, just as he’d seen in his dream. Some sort of modified BMW Z8. If the dream was correct, which of course it would be, the guns were in the trunk. Will searched for the tree he’d seen in the dream. The tree with the hole in the trunk.
    It took him a moment to find. Once he did, Will reached into the