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It was early in the evening as the truck pulled up to the last of the trail. It stopped abruptly as it revealed to be McWinkle to be the one driving it while Michellee was the one who sat on the passenger side. Michellee raised her brow and glanced over at McWinkle, who seemed to be clueless.
"What's going on?" Michellee ignited the conversation.
McWinkle gruffed to himself. "We lost the track. It's been washed off or something."
"T-That can't be good. We have to find my daughter before they do something horrible to her--"
"Calm down, Michellee. We'll find her eventually." McWinkle noticed Michellee's eyes getting droopy and yawning a bit quietly. "I know a hotel place nearby where we could stay for just a night. We'll keep going in the morning."
As much as Michellee wanted to say she didn't want to give up on finding her daughter, her body wanted to rest on the comfortable bed instead of the leather chairs that they both had to sit on all day. Although, McWinkle said that they will only spend one night in the hotel room, meaning that they will get back up and search for her daughter with a night of restful sleep.
"A-Alright," Michellee stuttered, hesitantly agreeing with McWinkle.
McWinkle nodded his head and huffed for a moment. "You know...we haven't heard music all day. Let's--"
Sudden hallelujah praises to the unknown whispers blasted through the radio like there's no tomorrow, hurting their ears.
"Gah! What is that music?!" Michellee snarled at the radio.
"OFF!" McWinkle barked at the radio and slammed his fist against the buttons as the radio switched to news broadcasting channel 2247.
"Breaking news: A nuclear bomb was dropped off in Stovepipe Junction. There are no survivors left," the anchorman in the radio announced, causing both Michellee and McWinkle to be shocked at the news.
"Stovepipe Junction? That's where Guy's family lived," Michellee uttered, with the tears rolling down her cheeks.
McWinkle had his eyes widened for a moment, having an instant memory. He remembered what Jeckles said when they were captured by him...when they thought that they get to live their last day.
Flashback:
Louis and McWinkle glanced closely at what they were building to notice a huge symbol of a circle with two snakes crossing over each other like an X mark.
"What does the symbol stand for, Jeckles?" McWinkle threw in the question with his brow raised. "What does it mean?"
Jeckles chuckled at McWinkle's question. "Someone else wanted the world to burn too."
"Who?"
"I'm not telling."
McWinkle glanced back over to a couple of heavy missiles with the same symbol engraved on it. Goat looked at what McWinkle was looking at with widened eyes.
"Wait, are those bombs?" Goat pointed out with a bit of fear in his tone.
"Of course, they're bombs, Goat...how else do you think the world will burn?" Jeckles responded with a snicker.
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Green Eggs and Ham Season Three: The Last Serving
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