Chandru CS

“Look,” Piper said. “Think of it this way: do you think it’s stupid to keep checking those cameras?” “Maybe.” “What if tomorrow is the day you check them and see your father?” Piper pointed toward the spiral staircase in the room’s corner. “Right up there, at the door by the bathroom, appearing on the kitchen camera. What if he comes back, but we never see it?” “Can’t he just knock?”
― Sean Platt, Contact

“across at her. “Surely you have a plan?” “Um…” Now he felt stupid.  “Everyone has a plan for when the zombies hit.” Rhys didn’t. Fortunately, she didn’t push him on the matter.  “So why do you let your wife keep you away from your son?” “What else can I do? I have to fight it through the courts. I have to do this the right way, and to do that, I have to keep paying my crappy solicitor until they decide they have a case pulled together. Arguing with my ex will only upset Flynn. It’s the right way to do things.” “There’s no right way now.” “Huh?” More screams called out from behind them. The woman pulled her long blonde hair back, slipped a hairband from her wrist, and tied it in a ponytail. “Didn’t you just see what happened back there? This is going to get a whole lot worse before it gets better. You’ve seen the movies, right?”  Fear gripped Rhys’ stomach. “It’s really going to be that bad?” “Didn’t you just see how quickly it spread? This is ground zero. Things are going to get a whole lot fucking worse.” “In that case, I’ve got to get to Flynn. I have to”
― Michael Robertson, The Alpha Plague

“touched her shoulder, she flinched. “I need to do this, Vicky. It’s the right thing to do. I need to do everything I can to make sure my boy has his mum.” Still no reply.  “Please?” “What if you’re not back?” “I’ll be back.” “I’m not so sure about that.” “Trust me, Vicky, I’ll be back. I promise.” The same darkness sat on her features, but something had changed.”
― Michael Robertson, The Alpha Plague

“I don’t know,” Piper said. But yes, she did think that —same as the many other abductions they’d heard of before the broadcasts stopped. Meyer wouldn’t have run off. Not after all he’d done to get them here. And if he’d gone out in the middle of the night and been killed, they would have discovered his body. Despite searching far and wide, they’d found nothing.”
― Sean Platt, Contact