Fish had called Stephen immediately after his meeting in the hangar bay, and filled him in on what was going on. Stephen asked if he was going to come over, but Fish declined, saying that he just wanted to be alone in his apartment for a little while, and then he was going to the bar to get ‘annihilated’. Sunday or not. He didn’t care. He did mention, however, that he would get his bags packed with some clothes and personal items and that he would be over the following day after work. Most likely in the early evening. Stephen walked out to his truck on the chilly morning of Monday, February 11th and started driving down Swantown Road towards Walmart. He flipped on his radio, which was permanently adjusted to his favorite AM talk radio station (which drove Tarra absolutely bananas) and was instantly met with the eerily familiar AAEGH…AAEGH…AAEGH of an Emergency Alert System broadcast message. ***** A very hungover Fish slogged into his office on Monday morning, not particularly interested in whether or not Connie had showed up for work. In fact, he felt somewhat hopeful that she wasn’t there, so he wouldn’t have to deal with the drama. He felt terrible. It took a lot of drinks to get Fish hurting that bad, and he figured that he might in fact still be drunk. He had ran a tab at Off the Hook, as a dependable regular the owner let him get away with a tab from time to time. Most of the patrons, even other regulars, were without that privilege.
What do You think about THE COLLAPSE: Swantown Road?
