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I was going crazy now. Why did I think that shit in the woods was fun? Why did I think this was going to be easy? It felt like my stomach was in my butt. Idid notlike all these trigger-happy motherfuckers pointing guns at me. If Isaiah came outside instead of inviting us all in, this was going to get hairy real quick. Why did we think this would work? Since when did heeverinvite anyone inside the White House?
How did these people distinguish between each other if they were all Bubbas and Marthas now? I couldn’t keep them straight in my head. I decided to call the one I let catch me Shitty Bubba since he copped a feel and could now be responsible for ruining the apocalypse. I had nothing to do but look at them while we waited.
I now called one of those Secret Service men Twitchy Bubba. He definitely wasn’t Secret Service before the world went to shit. This crowd unnerved him, and so did I. He had a bead of sweat rolling slowly down his forehead, and his lip would twitch when he looked at me. Hedefinitelythought someone should kill me before my terrorist friends showed up and murdered everyone.
A little late for that buddy. The cast was already waiting in the wings.
It didn’t take long for Shitty Bubba to come back out. My father probably just took one look at him and confirmed he wasn’t an angel out to kill him. Still, words were exchanged, or he would have been out much sooner. When he finally did emerge he was beaming from ear to ear, like he’d done the best thing in the world.
“They have invited us to havedinnerwith the president.”
Score one for Shitty Bubba. Level two of stopping the Antichrist completed.
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y sense of self-preservation was now beating loudly in my ears because I doubted they had invited me to dinner with Isaiah’s army of psychos. Twitchy Bubba did that thing with his lip again, and I swear, if he accidentally shot me, I was going to be so mad about it. Especially when he jostled his gun, pointed at my face, and his finger twitched. Did they not teach apocalypse Secret Service Bubbas gun safety?
“What do we do with this one? I don’t trust her.”
Stoic Secret Service Bubba put his hand on the gun and lowered it, so it wasn’t in jeopardy of him blowing my fucking face off. I let out a breath. Bonus points to that Bubba.
“The President thinks it’s silly everyone is so scared of a girl, and he misses his daughter. He wants her at dinner so he can show everyone she’s just a weak little woman who fell for some terrorist nonsense.”
I officially revoked the bonus points I gave to that Bubba.
The Apocalypse Game had moved to the ultimate level, we now had to fight the minions to get to the big boss. There was no saving the game and no do-over or extra lives if we lost. This game wasn’t fun anymore, and it would take years for me to enjoy gaming again in real life after this.
At least I wasn’t being carted off to a lab. That would have ruined everything. Three of the Four Horsemen would have gone after the Antichrist, and Aeron would have followed me. It would have been a fucking disaster. It helped that my father was a petty little bitch who wanted to rub it in my face that he had caught me again in front of his minions before he started experimenting on me.
I loved that his petty little bitchiness was how we would beat him.
Twitchy Bubba was still scared of me, and I fucking loved that. So were a lot of the Bubbas standing around me.
“I’m not touching her. The devil put a demon in her to hurt our savior. That demon knows its days are numbered. I don’t want it jumping into my body.”
I was about to wet myself. I was trying so hard not to laugh. Why didn’t I pee before we took on the Antichrist? This shouldn’t even be funny, and I was fucked up for thinking so. Twitchy Bubba jumped and pointed his gun at me again.
“It fuckingsmiledat me. The demon is going to jump bodies, and it picked me!”
Stoic Bubba grabbed the gun and jerked it.
“The President didn’t say she was possessed! She got kidnapped and brainwashed by terrorists. Do you think she’d be eating with his people if there was a demon inside her? No! He’d come out here and get it out of her before it hurt anyone else. Don’t be stupid!”
“I’m still not touching her.”
Stoic Bubba walked behind me and jabbed his gun into my back. He glared at Twitchy Bubba over my shoulder.
“Walk! A lot of good men died trying to rescue you. And you! You’re an embarrassment to your country.”
He wasn’t the only one. All these men wanted to be as far away from me as possible, except Stoic Bubba. A girl could get a complex, but I’d stocked up on expired deodorant when we found the Costco, and I had a place to shower now, unlike when I was on the road with Aeron and got pretty ripe.
This was it—time to beat the Big Boss.
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