“Here it comes.” Trevon said, “I know you man, you want to believe anything but what is really going on!”
“I just want to be sure. Did you guys check your cell phones?”
“It was clear based on their faces that neither had thought about it. They both patted their pockets realizing they didn’t even have their cell phones on them.”
Everyone used to carry these around. Then everyone got stuck inside the house and old habits just became that. Maybe his cell just died. Maybe He got confused. Did he check his mother’s? Did he even try?
“No worries, man. It wouldn’t work anyway.” Trevon said without a hint of doubt as to what he knew was going on.
Juan had always thought a little bit of doubt was good for life. If you rushed around the world headstrong into everything without any hesitation, you were liable to destroy something beautiful or become absolutely insane. The man in the asylum doesn’t doubt he’s Jesus Christ or Gandhi.
The silence of the street just added to his unease. They knew most people worked from home but coming out of their homes when the power went off and technology had seemingly quit working seemed like a logical next step. Windows were open, they had noted. But they saw no one. Did people not go for walks anymore?
“It’s just up here on the left.” Trevon said pointing at the first person they saw.
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Four.
“Guys, this is Anselmo, the bear.” Trevon said pointing to a short, older man who was carrying things to his pickup.
“The bear?” Juan said unable to help the question in his tone.
Anselmo roared from deep within flexing his large muscular arms before reaching out his hand to shake.
Juan lifted his hand up and took a step back. “I’m sorry.”