The dude continues to pedal his bicycle — his only surviving friend — across the desolate landscape formerly known as Minnesota. He can’t think of it as Minnesota anymore because it has lost its vibrancy, it’s beauty, it’s zest for life. Maybe because there IS no life. As you may recall from Chapter 1, a virus monster called Covid-19 (with a little help from cigarettes, booze, and anti-freeze) has killed off every living thing in that once-proud state.
Yet, the dude has never lost hope. In his mind, he believes there ARE some people out there. “I couldn’t possibly be the ONLY survivor . . . could I? I just know somebody, somewhere, is out there fighting that virus just as I am. I must find them and join forces with them.”
His only evidence of other human life was a crackly, distorted weather broadcast he heard last night on his short-wave transistor smart phone. The announcer predicted rain for today. “Damn,” cried the dude, “that’s ALL I need right now.”
Ha ha ha! The rainy forecast must have been some kind of April Fools Day joke, because it was a warm-ish sunny day this morning. A beautiful day for the dude to search for other Virus-Fighters. And he now knew they were out there because that crackly voice was no figment of his imagination. He had no doubt that some guy was hidden in a bunker somewhere broadcasting his erroneous weather forecast, just like most of the other weather forecasts he ever wasted his time listening to.
The dude circled back to a town once called “Hastings.” Now, post-corona virus, he could only see it as “WASTINGS.” A sad, desperate shell of it’s former self.
The dude had barely wiped away his tears before he moved into the urban-industrial wasteland HIS Town had become.
And so, the dude will continue his quest to save the world until the Coronavirus gets him or until the Cycle365 community says “We’ve had enough of this ridiculousness.”
The dude felt like an April Fool. Maybe his quest to save the world was just making him a FOOL for doing somebody else’s dirty work.