Things didn't quite go as planned yesterday. We landed the helicopters in the parking lot of the hospital, but we saw that there was a fence around the hospital now. It was a promising sign, but when we began to get off the helicopter. We noticed that there was a severe lack of guards. This lack of people extended into the hospital. The farther we got the we went into the worse it began seeming. All the lights were off, spider-webs were everywhere and a thick layer off dust covered everything.
Just when everything seemed hopeless, we heard a shuffle, and spun around, all of us pointing our guns at a quivering man in a lab coat. He yelled, "Don't shoot." I recognized him. His name was Chuck. He was on my research team when I was developing the cure. I said, "Chuck it's me, Jake." He looked up, straightened his glasses, and recognized me. He jumped up and wrapped his arms around me. He was always a very touchy feely dude.
I managed to pry him of me, and ask him what had happened. He told me that My father moved every one to the Hotel about half a mile away. It was a huge move very dangerous, but now every family gets a one bedroom hotel room with their own bathrooms. My father also managed to find engineers to run a nearby water treatment plant, and electrical facility. That hotel is fully functional with indoor plumbing, electricity, and a full video library. These people are actually very well taken care of. Chuck made the call to my father to tell him he had a visitor.
When we made it to the hotel we were met by a series of guards. They led us to a room where they made us wait for an hour in an empty room. The guards came back and guided us to a large stage constructed in the lobby. It was decorated with strange statues and a creepy throne. they made us kneel at the stage. Suddenly these two guys start playing these large drums. and out walks my father. He looked like some tribal leader, wearing this ridiculous head piece. He walked up to the edge of the stage and jumped down to us. He said, "Welcome to my kingdom. I have built it from nothing, and I am it's sole leader. Bow before the mighty ruler of Concord! Or be sent to the pit of many slimy things." There was a long silence. Everyone froze. Why was my father acting this way. What happened while we were gone?
Just then he began laughing. He took the headpiece off, and hopped back on the stage. He wiped a tear from his eye and said, "Well, what do you think?" I asked, "about what?" he responded, " About the set. We decided to do a little production. It's a comedy about an egomaniac who begins leading a small tribal village. Think Monty Python meets Apocalypse Now." Then the president asked, "Do you do this to everyone who shows up here?" My dad looked at him, and hopped back down wiping makeup off his face. "Well, look who it is. What brings you to this neck of the woods El Presidente?" Obama looked at him and said, "I thought I'd take some time to meet with some voters." My dad chuckled and said, "Well, I didn't vote for ya." The president turns to me and says, "Like father like son, huh? Anyway, I came because I wanted to be there for your son's wedding."
My dad jumped back, and looked at me saying,"Wedding? This is how I have to find out you're engaged? From the President? You can't call once in a while? Paternal betrayal aside, who is this woman you managed to fool?" Evelyn tapped him on the shoulder. "my name is Evelyn. Nice to meet you sir." My dad turned around and looked at her then at me, then her again. He grabbed her hand with both of his, and said "Nice to meet you. Look Evelyn, I know pickin's are slim now that the apocalypse wiped out a good portion of you options, but you could still do way better, but if you're set on him then I'm glad you two decided to get married up here so I could see it. When are the festivities?" I responded, "Well were going to get married in the hospital chapel but I think I have better idea." We decided to have our wedding in the church I grew up in. It's a mile away, but with our Slack-jaw be gone we're gonna clear a path straight to that church, and have us an old fashioned wedding. We're gonna plan for the next few days and on Wednesday we're getting hitched.
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