EPISODE 8. DIGGING

Episode 8.
DIGGING

Carlos sat taking a break while I dug. I have to say, he was a good sport digging with me for so long while not understanding what we were digging for.

We had been at it since early in the morning into the better part of the afternoon. Every so often we’d hit an outcropping of cement and have to double back, but for the most part we were lucky to be digging through a wood frame building.

Still though, work was work, and I decided to take a break. Carlos pointed at me a chuckled something under his breath. I got his meaning.

I drank some of the water that we had found on our way here. That was a lucky break. Tomorrow, we’ll have to start scrounging through all of the deli’s and supermarkets I knew for provisions.

It would have to be tomorrow because a big storm was moving in from the direction of New Jersey. It was amazing to see everything on Manhattan leveled to the water. It was just bedrock now. Not even a steel girder was on the horizon. But beyond that, smoke was coming up in Jersey…probably Jersey City. And that was interesting because it was relatively the same distance from Manhattan as we were in Greenpoint. So, thinking that way, hopefully things will get better if we travel away from the center of the blast.

I noticed that there weren’t any birds flying over. All day as I dug, not a single thing flew through the sky. There were no planes. No weird alien ships. Nothing on the alien locator. No army coming through. Everything was empty.

I got up and focused on moving a broken door. I pulled it back and let out a sigh of relief as I stared down at the busted up red footlocker that my weed dealer kept his stash in.

I opened the locker door to find everything there. Twenty or twenty five pounds of different shit all broken up by different names in different bags. Purple Kush, G.O.D, Mudrush, Haik and Blattattack.

I screamed “YES” a couple dozen times.

Eventually Carlos came over and knelt down beside me. He looked deep into the footlocker and his eyes lit up.

“Marijuana?” he asked.

“Right on, Bro.”