[PARENTAL WARNING: Due to violence, strong language and disturbing images, some content may not be suitable for children under the age of 14.]
The dude continued his search for life in Minnesota for several days since the last episode. He was positive there were people out there somewhere and he never lost hope of finding them. He couldn’t lose hope because hope was all he had. He pedaled, he searched, he pedaled, he surveyed the countryside, he pedaled, he looked under the broken concrete ruins of buildings and bridges, he pedaled, he searched caves and cornfields and burned out wastelands, he pedaled, he sometimes felt discouraged but never defeated, and he pedaled.
“Gosh darnit,” he frequently said to himself for no other reason than to relieve the deep sense of loneliness, “I WILL find some like-minded cyclists and, together, we will destroy the virus and save Minnesota–as well as the whole world.
Thanks to some suggestions from out-of-state friends (Em, Led, TJ), the dude got a few ideas on how to continue his quest. And on the seventh day, he finally found another living soul — that is, if the undead are considered living souls.
Thank goodness, Zombie agreed to be cooperative and promised not to eat any of the dude’s vital organs at all. Not even a nibble. Plus, the most helpful detail was that Zombie had a bike, and not just a regular bike, but a sweet customized virus-killing machine. With a common mission established, the duo rode off together as brothers-in-arms against a formidable enemy.
“I’ve heard some rumors about a couple of very violent folks who fiercely dislike the Corona Virus as much as we do,” announced Zombie as they were climbing a steep hill out of the flooded river valley, “and I think I might have an idea where to find them.”
“Well, duh, let’s go to there,” replied the dude, “I can’t believe you didn’t mention this earlier.”
Before long, Zombie and the dude spotted the Virus-hating twosome near the trunk of a distant tree. They were engaged in battle with a couple swarms of dirty Corona Virus.
The dude and Zombie watched the bloody destruction and shouted in unison, “YES! They look like OUR kind of people.” They rode over to the tree and introduced themselves and the four of them quickly agreed to join forces to rid the state of those stinking Corona germs. They held a quick strategy session in which they gave their squad a name, and in which they bonded in the idea that they would never run and hide from the most deadly virus in a hundred years. No, they would take the offensive. The only road to victory was to STAND UP AND FIGHT!
After an hour of intense cycling, the Psycle Killers took a short break. It didn’t take too long before another bunch of Corona Viruses moved in. At first, the dude got a weird idea in his head. It was a variation on the old “Pied Piper” trick in which he would lead the virus mob out of Minnesota with enticing flute music. “It couldn’t hurt to try,” he figured, and the rest of the team agreed with more than a little skepticism.
Unfortunately, the dude doesn’t own a flute so he made the mistake of substituting an old harmonica. That turned out to be a bad decision because what sounded like a beautiful blues harp tune to the dude sounded like irritating screeches and moans to the deadly germs. The germs attacked!
It was a mighty battle–a bloody battle–but the Psycle Killers emerged victorious with no casualties. They knew it would have been fun to celebrate with a nice bottle of French Champagne and a variety of hors d’ ouvres and maybe a piñata, but the team was well aware that this WAR wasn’t over yet–not until they destroy the biggest, baddest, most disgusting, most putrid, and most evil Queen Mother of the entire Corona universe.
[To Be Continued . . . ]