It’s the fifth weekend of the month! Will March never end?
Well before it does, here’s a short fic about Cal from Patient Z and a little adventure he had, before he teamed up with Mitch and the rest of his gang. Some spoilery bits for Patient Z if you haven’t read that yet.
You’ll probably understand the inspiration for the story after you read it, unless you already figured that out from the title!
Cal looked in the rear view mirror.
The black column was getting closer. He hit the gas pedal harder, but knew he was kidding himself. He couldn’t outrun a tornado. He had to find shelter out of its path.
The prayers he would have said, if he’d been the praying kind, received an answer he’d never asked for. As he passed a stand of trees, whipping around in the wind running ahead of the twister, a building appeared, set back from the road. A white clapboard church. A wooden building didn’t look like it would stand up to a tornado, but it might have a cellar or even a real storm shelter.
Which he would have to hope wasn’t full of zombies.
He wrenched the steering wheel around and hurtled up the drive to the church. One eye on the storm, one eye on the building, looking for zombies. Any humans would be in shelter with the giant twister bearing down, but zombies didn’t care. They didn’t take shelter or even hang on to something solid. They didn’t run away like an animal would. Whatever other temporary threats were around, they remained a constant one.
He roared past a water tower and a wooden sign reading “Come Home to the LORD JESUS! All sinners welcome!” He fit the category of sinner to a T, so accepted the invitation.