Bugout! A Novel Coronavirus Novel Ch. 81

Rotten eggs smelled like tulips compared to the gas stove and oven in Capt. Jones’ double-wide trailer. Turned up all the way, the filthy oven released a sharp odor into the tight kitchen into the small living room and down the narrow hallway to the “Master Race Bedroom” Jones decorated with swastika flags and framed […]

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Bugout! A Novel Coronavirus Novel Ch. 80

After a few hundred miles of Midwest rain and open road the landscape reminded Ashley of soggy cornflakes. Ashley hated cornflakes. I heard what you told the hitchhiker, she said. I thought I was dreaming. Jolted back to reality from his stoned stupor, Sterling did his best to defend himself. What hitchhiker? I don’t want […]

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