Never Enough Tomorrows: A Zombie Apocalypse Novel By Christopher Hugh Mills.

The Cole Sisters(Day of the Collapse)

Bree woke up that Saturday morning with a big smile on her face. She and daddy were going out to the hunting camp to double check to make sure everything was ready for hunting season. In about another three weeks daddy's vacation was going to start and he and Bree would be in the woods.

She jumped out of bed and practically sprinted to the living room. When she entered she frowned and then her face fell, "oh no, daddy."

Charlie Cole was buttoning up his maroon work shirt as he watched the news, "now, now Pooter...I am only goin' in for a few hours. Jason House called and said some of the boys called in."

Bree huffed out a breath and crossed her arms, she said quietly, "don't call me Pooter."

"I promise," daddy said smiling at her, "as soon as I check on things and get everybody straightened out, I will be right back here and we'll go."

"And if not today, young lady," momma said coming into the living room with Charlie's coffee, "ya'll will go tomorrow after church."

Bree moped over to the sofa and sat down. She watched the TV with little interest, it was only the news and it looked like there was a riot happening somewhere.

"Charlie," momma said looking at the TV also, "what on earth are you watching?"

"The news," Charlie answered while sipping his coffee, "a riot back east in...Atlanta I think."

Momma walked over and snapped off the TV, "hey," Bree said, "I was watching that."

"No riots before breakfast," momma responded, "go and get yourself some cereal Breeanna Cole."

Bree threw her head back, exasperated, but did as she was told. Patricia swatted her fanny with her dish towel playfully as she walked by.

Patricia walked over to her husband and he wrapped his arms around her, "I'll call when I'm done and on my way home."

"You do that," Patricia said and smiled, "and make it as quick as you can so I don't murder your youngest child."

Charlie chuckled, "yes ma'am."

Then he leaned down and kissed his wife on the lips just as Bree was walking back in with her cereal.

"Gross," Bree said giggling, "there's a child present you know."

Charlie laughed and kissed Bree on her cheek, "I will be as quick as I can Pooter, I promise."

"Daddy!" Bree said rolling her eyes and said for the millionth time, "don't call me Pooter!"

Patricia smiled as she could hear Charlie laughing on his way out to his truck. She ruffled Bree's hair as she went back into the kitchen.

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Samantha rolled over in bed. Today was Saturday, her one day off. She looked at her phone and willed it not to ring. If even one little thing was out of whack, Tommi, the second in charge, would be burning up her phone. She looked at the clock, it was only 7:35 am.

She thought about calling Ashley and maybe driving over to see her sister in Holmes. It was maybe only an hour and a half drive away. She smiled, thinking of Ashley being a momma and herself an aunt.

She was so glad momma was in the know and she was being supportive. That took a lot of stress off of Ashley and to be honest, Samantha herself. Having Patricia Cole on your side was a lot better than having her against you.

Samantha, never one to stay in bed even on her day off, got up and went to the kitchen and brewed some coffee. She opened the fridge to see what she had for breakfast. It was a crying shame that here she was a highly skilled chef and her refrigerator was almost bare. All she had were some take out containers from her job and that wasn't breakfast.