What happened to wife 1, 2 and 3
He’s quick to snort, a little amused by the question. “Want me to go down the list, huh? Alright. Pull up a chair, man.” He takes a deep breath, taking the time to remember. “Fuck, I don’t know. When the outbreak happened, I tried callin’ ‘em all separately. Now I ain’t gonna act like I held some great level of love towards ‘em all but they got my kids. Gotta make sure they’re alright, you know?”
He pulls his smoke out of his mouth and crushes it into a make-shift ash-tray. “Anyway, everyone knows the phones weren’t workin’. Everyone knows how bad shit was, and still is, but that ain’t the point. Point is, I couldn’t reach any of my ex-wives.” He laughs a little, though it’s a bitter laugh. “I thought about loadin’ up my pick-up truck and drivin’ to save my kids an’ my ex-wives. Cross-country road-trip. Man, what was I fuckin’ smokin’? Yeah, I ain’t no hero. Ain’t no fuckin’ hero.” He rubs his eyes for a second, before continuing. “I reached the outskirts of Houston, my first ex-wife lived there. Shit...shit was bad, man. My brother an’ me, we had this plan, see, we were gonna race in and rescue my ex-wife an’ kids and get on to the next one but the city was fuckin’ infested.”
He’s quick to continue after taking a momentary breather, “Whatever ideas we had about bein’ heroes...they disappeared. I’m a mechanical engineer, not a fuckin’ cop, not a soldier. I don’t have any fuckin’ combat skills. Shit was so bad...” He trails off for a second, the memory clearly uncomfortable but he shakes it off and continues. “...We turned in the other direction and sped off. Everyone comin’ out of that city was either infected or dead. I hope she got them out but I don’t fuckin’ know. We scrapped our plan of rescue either way. No way we could do it. I’m not a fuckin’ hero, and I hope my ex-wives got out safe but I doubt it.” He laughs again, exhaling somewhat sharply afterward. “Long story short? No fuckin’ idea, friend.”
