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Apathy, Chapter 33 Starvation of Selflessness

September 26, 2019

Just beyond the entity of despair lies a vast blank plain that stretches far beyond a fathomable thought. The lights, which are long dead, twinkle their way to the disinterested nature of man. The large masses that circle these glowing specks in the sky just are, they exist unbeknownst to the masses. They just accept that something is there and that there is a purpose, but nobody seems to know why. A lack of existential continuity, along with the starvation of selflessness allows humanity to half-ass a meaning for what is best described as a trifle little thing- that is life.

“Where should we go?” Daisy asked with concern to the dead bodies that inhabit the upstairs.

“We can’t go to your house.”

“Rub it in, much?”

Marco hung his head for a second and apologized, “I didn’t mean… I… dunno. Sorry.”

“It’s OK.”

Daisy, the older sicker one, sat in her car nervously as Jim rifled through a book of CD’S. She ignored him for the most part until finally, the cop with the Impala left his house and got into a brand new Mustang. Daisy felt that it was peculiar, but she wasn’t sure of exactly why, which lead her into thinking that she was wasting her time- however her instincts were telling her that something was going on with this cop and his mysterious disappearing car. Jim popped in a CD of Van Morrison and the song Cleaning Windows started to play.

Daisy looked at Jim and said, “The Impala wasn’t that old of a car, the one that he crashed… I’m getting such a weird vibe…”

Jim responded, “And the car was just missing…”

“He said that he was going to wait for his neighbor to come home because he has a tow truck… two days, no tow truck.”

“Maybe he just drives one.”


“What are we supposed to do then? I mean Albert… he’s still missing, and we’ve got nothing to go on.”

“I know…”

“So, what happens when we find out that there are shenanigans? How do you fight the police?”

“I don’t know.”

“There’s a lot of uncertainty.”

“That’s a true statement.”

“Maybe we should look into hospitals, like see if they have any-”

Daisy got out of the car and closed the door behind her. The cop was long gone, and Daisy was sure that she needed to act. To the left of the cop’s house was a lot for sale and to the right was a quaint little house with a man mowing his lawn.

She gingerly walked up to him and as cute as possible she asked, “Hi, do you have a phone or something I could use to call a tow truck? My car has been acting up, and it looks like we’re stranded here.”

The man perked up and said, “I’m sorry, honey. What did you say?”

Daisy smiled and said, “Our car broke down, and my phone is dead… I was hoping that I could call a tow truck. Do you know-”

“I got you, honey. Here’s my phone,” the man pulled his phone out of his back pocket and handed it to Daisy and continued, “I don’t know any tow trucks off the top of my head, but I’d suggest signing up for AAA.”

Daisy smiled and said, “OK, thank you!” She futzed around on the phone and pretended to make a phone call. She handed the phone back and said, “Oh, they told me to check the battery first before they send a tow.” She just about ran back to the car and opened the hood. She touched a few tubes and cables and closed the hood before the car started. She yelled, “Thank you!” As she drove off. Everything was suspicious.

Marco kicked a small rock for the third time when Daisy lamented, “I wish I had more clothes with me.”

“We’re almost… there… what happened?” Marco feigned ignorance. The house they were heading towards had all sorts of self-powered vehicles. “Is that a rickshaw?”

Daisy ran in and screamed. Marco walked in behind her and saw what he had done in full colour. This was a wreck. Daisy wanted to hold Brandy, but she couldn’t find herself to touch a dead body.

“Why!?” Daisy yelled.

“Looks like a suicide cult.”

“These people were massacred!”


“We need to call somebody.”

“Who? You trust the police?”

“Fuck… fuck! FUCK! FUUUUUUUUUUUCK!” Daisy cried. She felt so lost, but there wasn’t much she could do about it. Marco attempted to take her upstairs to calm down, but she refused. “I’m not staying here in a Goddamn crime scene!”

“Let’s just go.”

“We have to do something!”

“Why?” The words echoed in Daisy’s mind. Why… that was a good fucking question.

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