Where are the Zombies? As the boys drove up to the Kids Sea Camp office, I noticed the yellow crime tape wrapped around the small brick building. All the windows were either cracked or broken. To be honest, it looks like a bomb had gone off.
“Man,” I whispered under my breath. “The Zombies went nuts!”
“I told you it was off the hook, Tom,” Manny said as Tyler’s large, black 1995 Ford F250 pulled into the parking lot.
I walked under the crime scene tape as the guys followed behind me. Glass crunched and cracked, and we slowly walked around the office. Three of the ceiling fans were broken on the floor, desks were overturned, and pens and paper littered the small, once-cute office.
“Tom,” Tyler asked,” You Ok?”
I moved to my desk and bent down to pick up a small picture of Jen and Margo smiling and hugging after one of her horse shows. My thoughts raced to where my two favorite women in the world were. The loving thought was quickly replaced by questions: “Are they OK? Are they safe? Are they alive? Did they survive the Zombie attack?”
“Tyler, have you heard from Jen or Margo over the past 12 hours?” I asked as I continued to check the damage. It was a total loss. All the laptops and very big box Macs were smashed into large pieces.
“Uh, no,” Tyler paused as he spoke. Why?”
“Mike?” I asked,” Any texts from Jen?”
“Nope,” Mike responded.
“Nothing,” I walked outside the building and looked directly into the bright South Carolina sun, “Guys, we have a problem. Try now.”
We started sending short text messages to Jen and Margo to get any response. Nothing but silence. In the modern mobile world, the one thing that always works is texting. I thought to myself. For a few minutes, the boys texted a series of messages to both women. Still nothing. Not a single letter, not a single word.
All four of us stood their silence. I’m sure the younger much hipper than I men were thinking, “How can this happen? No texting. This must be the end times!
We all knew what was next we had to go to Utila! We had to follow the Zombies.
