Jeffery A Ping
Copyright Jeffery A. Ping 2012
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My name is Bill Mason. I had been working as a mechanic at the truck stop for a couple of years before the virus outbreak. I didn’t watch the news very much what with my hectic schedule of working, getting drunk, and sleeping it off.
If I did happen to squeeze in some TV time, it was usually sports or a movie I would watch, not the news.
I had moved out here to the Central Valley, in the middle of nowhere, to get away from my ex-wife and people in general. The fact that the truck stop was at least fifty miles from the nearest city of any size, and about a hundred miles from the nearest major airport had kept us unexposed to the effects of the virus, until now.
This isolation, plus my lack of interest to the news of the day, had also kept me in the dark. The truckers had told me stories, but I just figured they were exaggerations.
The truckers arriving from the east coast had said that it was getting really bad there. They said that the virus was spreading like wildfire. They even told outrageous stories about dead people coming back to life and attacking people. I had a hard time believing that. But, a lot of guys were telling versions of that same story. I became a believer after my first experience with the infected.