Dead Silent - Chapter Two

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After thinking about yestrerday, I realized that I was being a bit too expectant of people. I mean, so what if a lady doesn't smile at me, and I probably deserved that look from the lady. So here I am, in this boring life of mine. Then there was a knock on the door. A frantic one. I answered and it was all of my neighbors from my street caravanning into Aaron Hushif's RV. Aaron Hushif is a pretty chill guy once you start to hang with him. He works at the seven eleven with me, and thats how I know him. I didn't get in until they forced me, because I wanted to know what was going on. They said they would explain later, they had to pick up the rest.

We had been on the road for hours. We were in a very rural area. "Here we are." Aaron said as he came to a stop.

Our apparent destination was this? A farmhouse in the middle of no where? "Go see if anyone's there!" A girl said shyly from the back of the vehicle.

"Tell me now, before I call the police, what's going on?" I asked angrily.

"There are no police, James." A man emerged from the group sitting around.

"Like hell!" I took out my cell phone and started to dial for emergency services.

"Stop!" Rodney snapped, "You have to be careful! James, the world isn't what it used to be. They wil-"

"They who?" I inturrupted.

"Look, James, Russia took over."

"Took over where? Some small country in Utah?"

"Everywhere." Another man said.

A man lunged out of the door of the house, "You get off my property you communist feces!"

He wielded a shotgun and started blasting. We took off. "I am Henry Ash! You'll never take this house! Tell your commy friends!"

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