From Tokyo With Love - A Norman Reedus Fanfic Romance

Chapter 37 - Captive Audience

OLLIE

If I have a doppelganger?

I'll pay them a million dollars....to take my place here today.

"Eighteen hours to go, Ollie"  I chant softly as I flash my pass to the carpark security guard and then find my allocated bay.

Getting to the Georgia World Congress Centre had been a nightmare. And the least of it had been the actual traffic.

Atlanta has been invaded by dead people. There are thousands of them walking the streets. Making their way to the 'Walker Stalker Con'  as it's called.

Had I not spent Friday with Greg's guys? I probably would've pee'd my pants. Seeing the first 'Walker'  stroll in front of me when I stopped for the traffic lights.

Whenever we emailed or chatted online, Greg said the series he was working on was a post-apocalyptic type of thing. But I never imagined the scale.

Plus I've been a fair bit out of touch with life full-stop lately. Way too busy with a full upgrade of our source code and new programs. So I haven't really paid any attention to the 'Walking Dead'  phenomena.

Now? I'm grasping how truly huge this show actually is.

***

"Congrats, sweetheart!  What an awesome surprise it is....I honestly can't be happier"  Greg whispered and kissed my cheek when I walked into his workshop on Friday.

"Ummmm....thanks?"

I was more than a bit confused. Because I hadn't even told him about the surprise I had up my sleeve.

"This is just incredible"  I breathed out repeatedly in awe.

Greg and his adoring band of merry workers gave me a tour of where they do their onsite work.

"This is nothing, Ollie. You must come and visit me in California. See where all the real prep work goes on"  He answered with pride.

What was supposed to be a day of me dipping my toe in the water, became a full-on induction. For me and  Greg's staff.

Once they realised I'd arranged for delivery of my latest software for them to play with. Along with the accompanying new motion cameras and consoles?

Well!

I was positive some of them were going to drop to their knees and beg for my hand. My cheeks were almost in a permanent state of pink flush!

"Are you coping Ok with it, Ollie? Hope all the attention isn't getting to you too much?"  Greg asked as I prepared to drive home.

When he saw my befuddled face he added....

"You know....the fans and media? We're more than used to it, but I suppose it's all coming as a bit of a shock to you."

"Ummmm, well there were some female fans at the local Walmart yesterday. But, Norman handled it well....I guess? It'll all be over by Monday, anyway. No probs"  I received a confused look in return.

"Well you take care, sweetheart. I'll see you at the convention. Don't be afraid to call Norm's security service or his P.A if you get swamped. Hey, how about you and Norm have a party to celebrate at the restaurant? It'll be awesome."

He rapped on the roof of the Ford in farewell as I drove off.

Norman has a security service? And a party to celebrate what....my final humiliation?