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Earth's Survivors Apocalypse

Dell Sweet


EARTH'S SURVIVORS: APOCALYPSE

  PUBLISHED BY: Dell Sweet

  Earth's Survivors: Apocalypse is © Copyright 2014 Wendell Sweet, all rights reserved.

  Additional Copyrights © 2010 – 2012, 2014, 2015 by Wendell Sweet, All rights reserved

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  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  FOREWORD

  ONE

  TWO

  THREE

  FOUR

  FIVE

  SIX

  SEVEN

  EIGHT

  NINE

  TEN

  ELEVEN

  TWELVE

  THIRTEEN

  FOURTEEN

  PREVIEW BOOK TWO

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Foreword

  Here is the story the way I wrote it and the only way that it should be...

  Dell Sweet: January 28th 2015

  EARTH'S SURVIVOR'S: APOCALYPSE

  ONE

  March 1st 12:06 am.

  L.A.

  Billy Jingo

  Billy knocked back the tequila, and waved off Beth as she motioned to the back bar for another. She came over smiling.

  “A man that knows when to quit. I like that,” Beth said.

  Billy laughed. “A recently acquired habit, I assure you. Shit will bite you if you don't set your limits,” He smiled at her, hesitated, and then spoke again. “So, it's almost over for tonight... Thought you would be dancing?” He raised his voice at the end to make it into a question. He knew it was what she wanted. He had seen her dance, there wasn't a dancer in the place that could hang with her. She was it, except something wasn't clicking between her and Tommy, or maybe it went all the way up the ladder to Junior Vitaglio. Whatever it was, Billy was curious about it.

  “Curiosity killed the cat,” Beth said with a wide smile, as if reading his thoughts.

  “Damn,” Billy said. “It's as if...”

  “I read your thoughts?” She laughed. It's been written all over your face since you came in. I saw you looking at the stage, back at me, back to the stage. It's not hard to figure it out.”

  “Hey, it's not like I'm some pervert, Beth. I just think you are way to good for...”

  “If you say it I'll smack you stupid,” Beth told him. Her eyes were slitted, narrowed, and focused. Her right hand had doubled into a fist. Billy had no doubt she meant what she said.

  “Peace,” Billy said.

  “Not that it really matters,” Beth said with a sigh. “Tommy knows, and that means Junior knows, and they don't care... I thought maybe it was my time on the streets, but that's not it. I'd feel for the lame ass that came in here if I was dancing, and had anything to say about my time on the streets. He'd find himself bounced fast... No, that isn't it... We've all been there... At least the interesting ones.”

  Billy nodded. “So what is it?”

  Beth shrugged. “I don't know, but I'm hoping Junior will be around later on and I...”

  “Hey, Baby, what the fuck with the drink?” A big guy, belly straining at the buttons of his shirt. He smiled, but the smile was no more than a rough semblance of a smile. Billy tried to burn him with his eyes, but Beth reached nearly into his face and said. “So you're done here?”

  Her eyes said don't, he didn't, but he would have liked to say something to the guy. Instead, he nodded a yes and picked up the change she had laid on the bar. She was talking to the fat guy before he got his change in his pocket.

  “See that big guy over by the door,” she asked nicely.

  Billy watched the fat guy turn to the door and then back to Beth. “Yeah?” There was a sarcastic edge to his voice that made Billy slow down. He wanted to see the outcome.

  Jon, the big guy on the door had that bouncer sixth sense, and looked over at Beth and shrugged as if to ask if there was a problem. She rolled her eyes, and Jon left the door and headed for the bar.

  “I told you no more,” Beth told the guy.

  “And I said I don't take no orders from no bitch,” The fat guy said. He puffed up, but a line of sweat trickled from under his too black hair, streaking his forehead with whatever he had sprayed on his hair to get the color. He swiped at it angrily, and began to bluster a little more when Jon's heavy hand fell on his shoulder.

  “And I missed my workout today,” Jon told him as he easily spun him around. “unless you're it?” Jon finished.

  “This is a private matter,” The fat guy told him, but there was a quiver in his voice that Billy heard clearly.

  “Tried to grab Jill's breast when she went past him. Jill laughed it off, said he'd been a perfect gentleman all the rest of the night. I said cool, a little mess up, he's had too much to drink, and so I cut him off.”

  Gentleman was a code word for a creep that had been hanging around getting way too friendly with the dancers.

  “That so,” Jon asked. He had stepped back to give himself some room just in case things took a physical turn.

  The guy noted the movement, set his empty glass on the bar and put his hands in front of him, palms up. “No interest in trouble at all,” he told Jon.

  Jon nodded at the door. “Time to go home and sleep it off, I think,” Jon told him.

  Billy watched the guy walk to the door and leave. He looked back to see Jon and Beth looking at him.

  “You know, this guy is becoming a pain in the ass,” Beth told Jon.

  “Ha, ha,” Billy said.

  “Beat it, Jingo. Leave the honey alone. It's off limits. In other words you ain't getting none of it.” Billy watched a cloud come over Beth just that fast. She had been teasing, Jon probably knew that, but Jon had a thing for her and he hated Billy who sometimes did small things for Junior. He didn't wait for Billy to leave, but headed back to the door, opened it quickly, and looked out into the lot.

  “Probably making sure the guy ain't fucking up his car,” Billy said under his breath.

  “Sorry, Billy. I keep forgetting Jon isn't human,” Beth told him. That made Billy laugh.

  “Anyway, I'll see you around. I'll be late tonight.”

  Billy nodded. “Good luck, Beth.” He turned and walked to the door at the other end of the club. The one that let out onto the front sidewalk.