TYBEE ISLAN
ISLAND
By By Paul Paul Cales Cales & Becca
Continued from the Oct 2018 Beachcomber.
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CHAPTER 16
DAY 6
TYBEE BEACHCOMBER | NOV 2018 27
So… I was sitting in the Wind Rose one afternoon, listening to
this Alaina lady bitch about her writers turning articles in late for her
magazine, The Beachcomber. I thought to myself, “What’s so difficult
about writing a silly little article once a month in The Beachcomber?”
I mean seriously, I could rant about tourists, complain about people
throwing up in the back of my taxi, or rewrite a sarcastic hurricane
evacuation article over and over again each year. Easy peasy! I called
my good friend Becca down to the “Rose” for a few beers, some
companionship, and to trick her into agreeing to write this story with
me for The Beachcomber.
Honestly, what’s so difficult? Well it turns out the answer to that
question is… DEADLINES! Deadlines are difficult. And believe me, you
don’t want Alaina or Margie texting passive aggressive death threats
at you when you’re a few days past deadline. Life happens. And Life
is the essence of our story.
We try to stay true to Tybee and the characters that live within our
story. All the characters in our story are our friends, and your friends,
in real life. They really act and talk like the characters in the story,
or at least I hope they do because someone might really get pissed.
If you want to be in the story, just tip Alaina (A LOT), your friendliest
bartender, and she might just convince us to write you in.
Enjoy the story and thank you so much for reading.
Paul & Becca
INTRODUCTION TO
Tybee Island Zombies
Brian looks up toward Doug’s balcony and shouts, “Hey Doug! You
up there?”
Doug sticks his head over the rail, glares at Brian, and says, “Keep
it down asshole. They’re on the other side of the house in the pepper
garden.”
“Can we come up?” Brian asks in a quieter tone.
“Yeah, but be quiet. I swear to god if you get noticed I’ll throw your ass
off the ladder.” With that Brian and Lisa ascend the ladder quietly and
with haste.
“Where did you find her?” he asks Brian.
“She was peeking out of Spanky’s as I was peeking in looking for food
and people.”
“And booze no doubt,” Lisa adds.
Brian laughs, “Well, you know me.”
“Damn Lisa,” Doug says, and looks toward her. “How long were you
stuck in Spanky’s?”
“Six days. Everyone had left, and I was locking up when I saw what was
happening in Tybee Time. So I locked myself back inside and hid.”
“Wait…” Doug begins, “What happened in Tybee Time?”
“Apparently Joey was working the bar and was attacked by those
things.”
“Did they get him?” Doug asks.
“I don’t know,” she answers. “All I know is when I was locking up I
saw him burst through a crowd of those crazies and run off toward Hotel
Tybee.”
“So, he wasn’t bitten?”
“What do you think?” Brian interjects. “He was stuck inside Tybee Time
with those things and then goes running off like a wild man.”
“Sounds like Joey if you ask me,” says Doug. “Where’d you come from
Brian?”
“I was on Little Tybee with Jay and Carrie. Tony, Becky, and Nate were
there too.”
“So why aren’t they with you now?”
“I left after Jay got bitten. Tony and the others started acting like jerks.
They had guns and food and those selfish assholes wouldn’t share with any
of us!”
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