IC-Breakfast(various)
Posted: Tue Oct 09, 2018 5:41 am
Z-Day - 8:50 AM Mountain Daylight Time - At the T-Bone
In the parking lot-
Jim Kerr was trying to call in the nearest air traffic controller station or police station. He’d been listening to the reports of the fire in Kimball and it sounded like the local Fire Department had been fighting the blaze. The radio operator had said the firemen were being attacked by a mob, that the police were already overrun. Then the radio got cut off.
Jim looked over to the State Trooper’s vehicle nearby. The State Trooper, Bo, was on the radio trying to monitor the situation. Bo couldn’t seem to reach any of the nearby State Trooper stations and was very worried. He also noted that there was almost no traffic coming out of Kimball.
Jim had noticed that most of the people going to the café had come from the motel, except the two young guys who just wandered in.
In the convenience store-
Rita was reading a copy of the Weekly World News. There was a cover about man-eating zombies attacking a small village in Brazil. Rita thought it was unbelievable. She gazed over to watch Horst and Flip.
In the café-
Horst was growing impatient. “I can’t believe that f***ing Hammond has me waiting.”
Flip was watching Lynne the waitress and his mouth was watering, either for Lynne or for the waffles she was supposed to bring. Breakfast at the PMS is s*** compared to what he can get at the T-Bone. Flip was also trying not to think about what Horst did last night. He tried to distract Horst with the television.
In one booth against the wall, Dr. Hausmann was running calculations through her computer and did a lot of “Hmmmm” and “Ahhhh” and occasionally, “tsk.” Stephanie sitting next to her saw that Hausmann was doing calculations to predict the spread of a disease based on a variety of equations.
Stephanie was going over reports, running calculations in her mind, calculating the various consequences of different chemical formulas based on the "substance." She was also wondering what was taking the helicopter so long to fix. She noticed Sean was watching TV and drinking his coffee but not saying much.
Rosie stopped by to fill the coffee. She didn’t show it, but she was a bit worried about the State Trooper that kept coming in, talking to this group in a hushed voice, then going back out to the car.
Ashley was waiting for Charlie to serve up the food and was watching the news broadcast on CNN. Lynne was flirting with Randall who had asked her what time she gets off. Before she could answer, the news had come on, and Lynne hadn’t spoken since the report from Washington.
According to the news anchor, much of New York City was on fire and the CNN crew had barricaded itself in their building. “The city is ablaze with smoke.”
She went on to say, “The Governor has called for the National Guard, but the Mayor is calling for everyone to remain at home. Martial law has been declared.”
The picture on CNN showed much of lower New York was under a cloud of smoke.
Baldwin was also watching the television and getting increasingly worried. He could overhear Tisha the journalist talking with the cameraman Willie, urging him to get going, but Willie was taking his time on his breakfast. Baldwin thought the old cameraman might have the right idea.
Kimberly was also watching TV, very worried. It had become difficult to continue eating her cereal.
Two young guys had just come into the café and taken seats on the counter. One of them had said, “Hey I think I have seen this flick.”
Beth, who was filling out an application, had said, “It’s not a movie, it’s the apocalypse.”
Another older fellow in khakis, Luke, followed them in and took a seat in one of the booths, turning his attention to the television news.
One young lady, Sally, said, “By the look of those wounds I’d say it was some form of insanity. No way someone that injured can move so fast.”
Another woman, Alice, nearby said, “Do you think it was some kind of attack?”
Baldwin shook his head. “Whatever it is, it’s pretty f***ed up.”
“This is because of the f***ing n****s and the Jews,” said the old skinhead sitting in the booth. The younger one laughed.
Baldwin considered speaking to the skinhead about it, but considering himself in the minority thought better of it. He noted the other black man, Gary, who was sitting in a booth with a newspaper was watching him and flicked his eyes back to the skinheads. Baldwin didn’t feel quite so alone.
In the parking lot-
Jim Kerr was trying to call in the nearest air traffic controller station or police station. He’d been listening to the reports of the fire in Kimball and it sounded like the local Fire Department had been fighting the blaze. The radio operator had said the firemen were being attacked by a mob, that the police were already overrun. Then the radio got cut off.
Jim looked over to the State Trooper’s vehicle nearby. The State Trooper, Bo, was on the radio trying to monitor the situation. Bo couldn’t seem to reach any of the nearby State Trooper stations and was very worried. He also noted that there was almost no traffic coming out of Kimball.
Jim had noticed that most of the people going to the café had come from the motel, except the two young guys who just wandered in.
In the convenience store-
Rita was reading a copy of the Weekly World News. There was a cover about man-eating zombies attacking a small village in Brazil. Rita thought it was unbelievable. She gazed over to watch Horst and Flip.
In the café-
Horst was growing impatient. “I can’t believe that f***ing Hammond has me waiting.”
Flip was watching Lynne the waitress and his mouth was watering, either for Lynne or for the waffles she was supposed to bring. Breakfast at the PMS is s*** compared to what he can get at the T-Bone. Flip was also trying not to think about what Horst did last night. He tried to distract Horst with the television.
In one booth against the wall, Dr. Hausmann was running calculations through her computer and did a lot of “Hmmmm” and “Ahhhh” and occasionally, “tsk.” Stephanie sitting next to her saw that Hausmann was doing calculations to predict the spread of a disease based on a variety of equations.
Stephanie was going over reports, running calculations in her mind, calculating the various consequences of different chemical formulas based on the "substance." She was also wondering what was taking the helicopter so long to fix. She noticed Sean was watching TV and drinking his coffee but not saying much.
Rosie stopped by to fill the coffee. She didn’t show it, but she was a bit worried about the State Trooper that kept coming in, talking to this group in a hushed voice, then going back out to the car.
Ashley was waiting for Charlie to serve up the food and was watching the news broadcast on CNN. Lynne was flirting with Randall who had asked her what time she gets off. Before she could answer, the news had come on, and Lynne hadn’t spoken since the report from Washington.
According to the news anchor, much of New York City was on fire and the CNN crew had barricaded itself in their building. “The city is ablaze with smoke.”
She went on to say, “The Governor has called for the National Guard, but the Mayor is calling for everyone to remain at home. Martial law has been declared.”
The picture on CNN showed much of lower New York was under a cloud of smoke.
Baldwin was also watching the television and getting increasingly worried. He could overhear Tisha the journalist talking with the cameraman Willie, urging him to get going, but Willie was taking his time on his breakfast. Baldwin thought the old cameraman might have the right idea.
Kimberly was also watching TV, very worried. It had become difficult to continue eating her cereal.
Two young guys had just come into the café and taken seats on the counter. One of them had said, “Hey I think I have seen this flick.”
Beth, who was filling out an application, had said, “It’s not a movie, it’s the apocalypse.”
Another older fellow in khakis, Luke, followed them in and took a seat in one of the booths, turning his attention to the television news.
One young lady, Sally, said, “By the look of those wounds I’d say it was some form of insanity. No way someone that injured can move so fast.”
Another woman, Alice, nearby said, “Do you think it was some kind of attack?”
Baldwin shook his head. “Whatever it is, it’s pretty f***ed up.”
“This is because of the f***ing n****s and the Jews,” said the old skinhead sitting in the booth. The younger one laughed.
Baldwin considered speaking to the skinhead about it, but considering himself in the minority thought better of it. He noted the other black man, Gary, who was sitting in a booth with a newspaper was watching him and flicked his eyes back to the skinheads. Baldwin didn’t feel quite so alone.