Green Eggs and Ham Season Three: The Last Serving

Episode Eight: Where the Beasts Prowl(pt. 3)

*Hey guys, I want to make an official apology for uploading this last part really late. I will try to be consistent next week. I just started my new episode and not even halfway through it. First of all, how are you guys doing since this whole madness out in the world? I hope you guys are hanging in there and are doing okay. This is published on June 6, 2020. If you like this part, please comment and/or vote. It would be greatly appreciated. Thank you for taking the time to read this and have a blessed day! Enjoy!*

Michellee took out her cellphone from her pocket that she kept the entire time both McWinkle and her were being chased. McWinkle was driving the car in the middle of the night and Chad sat at the back. After the incident at the hotel where Chad worked at, both McWinkle and Michellee decided to take Chad with them since it's safer to be with a group than be alone at the isolated hotel where those crazy religious people could potentially return to finish the job if McWinkle hadn't interfered.

Michellee, from the passenger side, dialed Guy's number and put it up against her ear to wait for her boyfriend to answer the call. Since both she and McWinkle were being hunted, she had to see if Guy and Sam were okay during their trip...and not be hunted like her and McWinkle. Mostly, she just wanted to hear Guy's calm and reassuring voice that everything was okay. She continued to hear a ringing sound until it stopped.

"Hey, it's Guy. Leave a message and I'll get back to your call," Guy's voice replied in a recording. Michellee groaned a bit and heard a beep to signal her to leave him a message.

"Hey, Guy, this is Michellee. I-I want to know--uh--how's your trip with Sam?" Michellee asked although she knew she had limited time to send the message. "Anyways, I really need to talk to you. Please, please, call back as soon as you can. I love you, honey. Bye."

Michellee closed her phone and fell back against the cushion on the passenger side, sighing heavily. There were too many thoughts running through her mind.

McWinkle noticed this and then glanced back at the road. "I don't know if it's a good idea for you to call him at this time."

"Why?" Michellee questioned, anxiously.

McWinkle shrugged. "I don't know. It may be the tracker thing."

"Yeah, that can happen. There are phones where they will put a tracker chip in. So, it can track you down wherever you are, even if you aren't using it. It will also track who you are calling or texting, what locations where the person was answering from, and will note everything you and the person are talking about. So, be careful giving vital information over the phone," Chad responded in agreement with McWinkle.

McWinkle gestured Chad to Michellee, just to prove his point.

Michellee pondered for a moment. "Then, that means that I have to throw my phone out. Wait a minute, McWinkle, you have a phone too. Didn't you text someone at the hotel--?"

"I texted my son and yes, I have my phone with me. But it doesn't have a tracker chip," McWinkle answered plainly.

Chad had his brows raised. "How do you know that it doesn't have a tracker chip?"

McWinkle turned his head slightly to look at Chad. "Because I took it out a long time ago. Along with Louis's phone."

"You could take it out of mine," Michellee offered urgently.

"We're driving out in the middle of the nowhere, it will take a while to find someplace safe," McWinkle replied logically.

"If that doesn't work, you could throw it out," Chad suggested while readjusting his round glasses to get a better look at both McWinkle and Michellee.