Suicide. This is suicide. We had a good thing going at the lumber yard. If we hadn't gotten grand designs on finding out what was going on outside, we would have been fine. We should've learned the right lessons when everything went south. We should've learned to stay put and keep our heads down. If we'd stayed there, the jets wouldn't have even dropped the napalm.
Probably. It's possible that the planes would have set fire to the blockade zone even if we hadn't been there, because of James' escape attempt. Even if that's true, James wouldn't have been hanging around, holding us back. Without James, we wouldn't have had the foulup getting cross the river. And without that, Dave's stupid dog would be still be yapping. It was more useful than this idiot.
For some reason, the old man's decided that we need to go into the city to save this girl. This girl who nobody’s seen for two weeks. For all we know, we could fight our way through a flood of moaners only to find her dead body, crouched over the guts and grizzle of one of her coworkers. Wouldn't that be great.
Don’t get me wrong. I’d love to play hero. She’s cute, and all of a sudden, single. If this was speed dating, I would love to ride to her rescue from bachelor #8. From her button nose to dimples, she’s got to be the most attractive girl within miles. And if she was just stuck in the suburbs, it might make sense to pull off a rescue. But the middle of the city? That’s a different story.
We're giving up on the best way of keeping alive. James’ scrambled noggin doesn’t know it, but these burbs are safer than inside. I remember the night I left my apartment next to campus. It was chaos. And I bet that every one of the people I saw boarding up their doors and trying to save their neighbors is dead or dead and still walking.
Damnit. James doesn't know how bad it is here, but the old man’s got no excuse. He understands what we're heading into. The man is nutty, but this goes beyond garden variety odd. Just ‘cause his damn dog died saving James doesn't mean we need to die saving some girl who may or may not be alive. Every time he talks about saving her, he gets a far off look in his eyes, like he's envisioning a grand noble sacrifice.
Damn fool.
That far off look’s going to get me killed. We can't try to save her. Can hardly stay alive ourselves. This rescue mission, it’s insane. Mark my words, someone’ll die trying this. Most likely, all of us.
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