“Hey, hey, Kenny!” Ted shouted.
Kenny turned and looked at a waving Ted.
“Rob and I are going out for drinks,” Ted hollered, pointing at Rob who was one in line in front of him. “Wanna come?”
“No, Ted, I gotta get some sleep,” Kenny hollered back to the exacerbated looks of the other men shuffling out of the narrow hallway out into the lit street.
Rob clocked out and put an arm around Ted. “Aw come on, just a little drink at the pub.”
Kenny shook his head. Why were these two always goofing off and blowing their paychecks at the pub? Didn’t they have anyone waiting at home for them? Kenny didn’t have anyone waiting at home but he had Angela - a couple hundred miles away. Everything he did was for her, for their future together.
“No guys, I am really tired. And besides, I’m saving up my money - beer is an unneeded expense,” Kenny said.
Ted had clocked out and he and Rob were now shuffling Kenny out with them. “I’m buying, then,” said Ted.
“Well, just one drink, then,” said Kenny. “I don’t want to break your bank, after all.”
Kenny wound up glad he had said yes when he was into his second beer. His life consisted of working and saving money all the while thinking about Angela and when he could get to see her next. And even though he didn’t stop thinking about her while drinking, he did get a warmer, happier feeling about those thoughts. There wasn’t the urge to just walk to where she was like he had every night.
His relief at enjoying himself was short-lived, though. The bartender turned up the television behind the bar and shouted at everyone in the bar to shut up.
“Reports are scattered,” said the newscaster on the television. “But we have some information. Two planes have gone down. There are reports of gunfire and smoke can be seen from the next village. Phones are down. No cell phone calls or landline calls into town are connecting.”
It was Angela’s town. It was only scarcely bigger than a village. What could have happened there? Why would there be gunfire and planes crashing in such a small town? No terrorist could have been remotely interested in it.
Kenny looked at Rob and Ted. “Guys, that’s where Angela lives,” he said.
“Whoah,” said Ted, his face slack and his eyes glassy. He was clearly drunk and not processing what he was seeing very intelligently.
“Do you think it’s a monster?” asked Rob. “Like in Cloverfield. A big ol’ monster.”
“I don’t know, but I’ve got to go find Angela,” Kenny said.
“But that’s, like, 500 miles from here,” said Ted.
“Well, I guess I’m going to walk 500 miles,” said Kenny.
“And fall down at your door!” Rob sung.
“Da lat da (Da lat da), da lat da (Da lat da),” sang Ted.
Fuckers, thought Kenny as he got up from the table and ran out of the pub. Angela needed him and he would walk 500 miles.