Chapter Eight:

Beehive

Saturday

 

 

Apocalypse, American Style

Springdale, UT

 

Richard thought about killing the strung-out couple in the motel room. But no, there was no message in that. He needed a crowd. The next afternoon, after no word from the auto repair company and another shitty motel breakfast, Richard decided to make his way to Zion. See what happened. His time was running short. He could feel it. He needed to make a move. He needed to get off this goddamn planet, and soon. He grabbed his rifle case on the way out the door.