Tales Of Pete: The Investigation

Welp, we’ve finally made it back and this is fucking horse shit. I mean we spent all that time training, working out how we were going to infiltrate the town, and guess what? There’s nobody here. Well, not entirely, but I’ll get to that later. For now, I’ll begin this right as we were pulling into town. I was driving and Carl was using his binoculars to see how far away the blockade was.

“Hey, Pete?” he said.

“Yeah?”

“It’s gone. It’s been destroyed.”

“Really?”

“Take a look.”

He handed me the binoculars and I took a quick peek through them. The SUVs barring entrance to and exit from the town were overturned on the side of the road.

“You’re right, but why?” I asked, putting the binoculars around my neck.

“Don’t know. Maybe something in town did it. Hey, Nick?”

He was snoring in the backseat. Carl said his name louder and when that didn’t work, he threw an empty McDonald’s cup at him, causing him to jerk awake.

“I’m up,” he yelled. “Let’s kick some…”

“Nick,” Carl interrupted. “There’s been a change of plans.”

We filled him in.