This is Ben.
Hey. How’s it going? Luce is asleep right now and it will probably make her mad that I stole her green pen.
She isn’t telling the whole thing the way I want her to but she’s trying to be all strong and shit.
She’s strong but she feels things so deep she can’t even find ‘em some time.
Don’t tell her, but she wasn’t a bad editor at the paper. She was actually pretty good. My name was in there some and she didn’t know who I was.
Bitch.
Listen, I’m teasing, Luce. (Although I thought that more than one occasion.)
So, here’s what I know. She cried when she shot Daniel. She fell to her knees and she cried. That bastard Grayson just stood there. Took the gun back and walked away. She didn’t stop crying for a long time.
I can’t stand it when girls cry so I put my arms around her.
Hey, I ain’t no writer so give me a break. Before the shit storm started, I was working at the tire plant loading trucks. I got the job from my uncle who was in the union. $12.50 an hour was pretty good jack. I even got me an apartment.
Things were looking up.
Anyway, Luce just laid there on the floor of the chapel crying then that asshole Grayson came back and watched her.
He just sat watching her sob while Daniel’s dead body laid there. I finally was done with it because Luce got to a point she just sat between two pews and didn’t say anything.
“Can you move the damned body?” I screamed at him. I wanted to pummel his ugly face.
“Oh,” he said. “Sure.” He walked back and those bastards in those white suits came in. They just threw Daniel’s body in the street. I knew Daniel. He liked a beer or two himself sometimes. We had a few back in the day. Not a bad dude, but kinda not there if that makes sense.
I can’t believe she said I was upset about not sleeping together on the cot. (Luce, bite me.) I do miss it though. It was nice.
Grayson watched us all night. We talked about the virus and the anti-virus. I gave up my beer so he could have it.
He told me, after about six beers, that they needed more blood from us. Luce was asleep. She fell asleep crying, muttering that she killed a guy.
It was him or us is what Grayson said. I didn’t disagree.
“Why do you need more blood?” I asked. Man, I was frigging tired and had had been holding her for what seemed like hours.
“Because we need it,” Grayson grinned.
I started to figure out why. I knew Luce needed to just rest. She’s a smart one but she broke. She broke real good.
But she could be fixed.
We had to get out of there.
And then we heard the gunshots which woke her up.
Grayson just said, “It’s begun.”
I hate that guy.
Dammit, I wish I could write better.
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