Week 9: Just Call Me Lucky

This morning I made my way through the burned section of the base. As I approached a second gate, I pulled out a makeshift white flag I made from an undershirt and began waving it. They stopped me and I was stripped searched… again.
Once it was established that I was not infected I was allowed into the base. I have gained the nickname “Lucky” among the soldiers here. Apparently the burned section of the base that I walked through had been heavily mined.

“There goes Lucky. Tiptoes through the minefield without a care in the world.” “Hey Lucky, we’re taking bets that you can’t make it back through the minefield when you leave. You want a piece of the action?” That’s what the soldiers say when I walk by. Funny stuff. Hardy har har.

I keep hoping to hear, “You looking for your son? We got him right here, safe and sound.” Or maybe, “Matthew Taylor? Yeah I know him. He and his classmates are in the safest bunker the army has. Let me take you to him.”

Instead no one has information on my son. I have been referred to a Sgt. Studdard who is apparently off on a mission or some crap and won’t be back until Thursday. Until then I will use my new found celebrity as “Lucky” to try and glean as much information from the soldiers as I can.