I 'time dived' to the past, not as far as the time of the great car, but to when there were still in the junkyards. That's what they were called back ...hen, not the 'politically correct': automotive salvage yards. Shit, but I was getting very annoyed with the constant 'political correctness' police, trying to enforce their own agenda down my throat.I got the car running like a top. St. Louis, city and county, could see me driving it from time to time. There was no way I was NOT going to drive. I don’t mind at all … just a nice gesture,’ he said with a smile, getting a feeling that she was somewhat impressed with his manners. ‘I’m sure you would do the same for me,’ he added. Brandy couldn’t help but smile, charmed by the trucker’s manners as she looked at him. ‘Well, if you are sure you don’t mind …’ she trailed off as she pointed towards the next turn off. ‘My apartment complex is just down the road a couple of miles.’ Steven followed the exit, turning off the highway, glancing over. As she left the room she said, ‘I liked that video, son. You are so talented!’ As she left the room I reveled in the knowledge that mom had reacted positively to every hidden message in the video! That told me I would soon have my wish. Later that day mom went shopping when I had Tracy watch it with me. Just like mom had done, Tracy offered to get me a drink at four minutes into it, then massaged my feet before telling me she was so relaxed. But then school started again at the local Community. They had likely come to Idaho as refugees during the panic only to be gunned down by some farmer thinking they would bring the sickness. Jex shook his head at the stupidity. Making more dead people was no way to stop a zombie invasion. * A short while later, Jex and Helen (the woman he had rescued) lay side by side naked in the solar bath of Helen's commune. The commune took no chances. Anyone who came into contact with the undead in any way and all outsiders were quarantined in the solar.