Four Kingdoms, The

Taking the jet would be stealing, and stealing is wrong. You're sure the owner of the jet would be perfectly fine to take you out of the forest, but you can't go off stealing their jet! Determined to wait for whoever owns the jet, you sit on the forest floor. No one comes after an hour, and you begin to fall asleep. You tell yourself to stay awake, but sleep comes all too naturally and you drift off, hearing steps. Someone is walking toward you. You force yourself to open your eyes and see Butch, gun cocked at your head.

"I knew you would try to steal this, you little thief. That's why I put the tracking device on this rifle."

You say nothing, unable to speak. You're too tired, too weak. If only there was ammunition left in the rifle, your situation might not be completely hopeless.

"See, let me tell you something about the zombie apocalypse," says Butch. "The zombies listen to me. I control them. If you could do this all over again, I suppose you could use this knowledge to your advantage, couldn't you?"

You cannot reply. Finally, you speak. "Who am I?"

"Ah, yes." Butch smiles. "The memory problems. I suspect you were one of those crazies who thought they'd found a cure. I didn't hear about any that worked, but some had crazy side effects."

Butch takes aim at your head. "But enough talk. Let's finish this."
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