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

 
    “What?” Luca said, upset, “Why?”  
    “Because he knows I’m on to him for being a bad guy,” Will said. “I don’t have time to get into it now. I’m not sleeping like you are, and this isn’t exactly easy for me, but I needed to reach you privately since they’ve got people watching me. Please, Luca, I need you to be brave; for me and you, and everyone else, including Rebecca.” The ghost Will nodded toward Rebecca, even though she couldn't see him. He turned back to Luca. “I need you to lay low, and convince the others to lay low with you. Be discreet, and trust no one but Desmond, Mary, and Paola. I’ll be back as soon as I can. I promise.”
    “But, but . . . Where are you going?” Luca was trying hard not to cry, but wasn’t doing very well.
    “Not far,” Will said. “And I’ll stay safe; I promise. I need you to do me a favor. Are you up for it?” He put his hand beneath Luca’s chin and raised his face to meet his eyes.  
    Luca nodded.
    “I need you to let Desmond know there’s a gun in the tank in the bathroom at the end of his hall, along with a set of keys to a BWM SUV parked in the woods on the south side of The Sanctuary, beneath a white tarp. Got that so far?”
    Luca nodded.
    “Great job.” Will smiled and Luca smiled back. “There’s also a bag of guns behind a cluster of trees on the outside of the south wall, at the back of the compound.”  
    “What’s happening?” Luca said, afraid, but still trying not to cry. “Are you gonna be okay? Will I see you again?”  
    “Yes, you’ll see me tonight at dinner. After that, I have to leave. But I promise I’ll be back soon. Just swear you’ll do what I said; tell Desmond and Mary everything the next time you’re all alone, okay?”
    Luca agreed. Will told him not to be afraid, but he had already faded away before he finished his sentence.  
    Luca blinked his eyes open, somehow knowing what he’d find.
    Even though he was in the real world and away from the dream, the Terrible Scary was everywhere around him, covering him like a blanket.  
    Luca had never felt so close to the middle of it all.  

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CHARLIE WILKENS: PART 2

    Somewhere in Alabama
    March 25
    Mid-morning

    “You sure you’re gonna be able to find this place?” Adam asked as the morning sun beat a glare into the windshield.
    “I’ll find it,” Charlie said, for the hundredth time in the past hour.
    “I sure hope so,” Adam said, “Because I think we’re lost.”
    “Do you have anything productive to say?” Charlie snapped, no longer able to bury his irritation. Adam said nothing.  
    Sometimes, Adam felt like two different people. At times, he was the nice, overly friendly dude who knew exactly what to do in a moment, like when he saved Charlie from freezing to death from the killer storm or shot the monster Vic seconds before Charlie would’ve been a dead man. But other times, like now, he behaved like a semi-retarded man-child who didn’t know anything about anything, and was full of doubt and annoying questions. It was a wonder to Charlie how this Adam managed to even dress himself in the morning. If Charlie could find a way to split Annoying Adam from Cool Adam, he’d do it in a heartbeat and drop that other fucker off at a rest stop somewhere on the highway, tie a big red bow around him, leave him for the monsters and never look back.
    Of course, Charlie couldn’t do that. He was stuck with both Adams, like it or not. He watched as Adam shoved an entire pack of gum in his mouth, a stick at a time, while laughing like an idiot. Charlie rolled his eyes, turned his attention back to the road, and tried to figure out where in the fuck he was.
    “Check the glove compartment; see if Harry left any maps in there.”
    Adam leaned forward, then said, in a voice muddled by a mouth full of gum, “Mo-thwing in here.”
    “Of course,” Charlie said, slapping the steering wheel with his palm. Pain shot through his arm. He remembered doing the same thing in the car after the storm, and how badly it hurt.
    I have to stop doing that!
    “So?” Adam asked, mouth full of marbles.
    Charlie turned slowly, “What?”
    “Wha we gon . . . do?” he said, barely able to talk around the gum.  
    Fucking idiot.
    “I don’t fucking know! Don’t ask me again, or I’m gonna shove one of these shotguns up your ass!”
    “Je-bus,” Adam said.
    “And spit out that fucking gum; you sound like a retard!” Charlie said.
    “Sowwy,”