Jonquil Goode - Audiobook

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John quote. Good. What are you looking at? This on? The asked Val. Her short, uneven hair looked like coconut fiber. She wore a plain faded black T shirt, knee high Hawaiian shorts and flip flops. A diamond ring adorned each finger. Val had been considering calling her The Olympian body hadn't committed to that yet. See over there, that truck with one of its back doors open bees have made their home in it. I can't hear them buzzing from this distance, but I can definitely see them from here. He peered through his binoculars and observed that the entire truck was now one giant beehive he'd once seen a high larger than this one established in a large oleander thicket in Sumatra. That entire bush was one large beehive. Here, look, the zombie took his binoculars and gazed through them, not taking into account that Vales still had the strap around his neck. He didn't seem to make a big issue out of it, either. See, both of their heads were right next to each other. I do see why would they build their home in such a cold and unwelcoming place? Why not in a tree or in a high biscuits push like that one over there, ***** between the walls of that church over there that was heartened that Zandi would think that way. Mm. Hibiscus. Honey, that's a very good question. I don't know why they would pick that truck. Specifically. I mean, why, If she would pick that place specifically, you know the queen? I imagine it's because of the insulation. Bees need a relative constant temperature. That truck is perfect for maintaining a steady temperature. Who knows how much honey is in there? He thought how lovely some fresh honey would be in his evening tea. Earl. Great. Of course I've seen has here in l. A. But this one is huge. There's maybe 1/2 a 1,000,000 visa, and there may be more interesting that easy their pollen and make honey for the survival of their one and only queen. Just her. She's the only one that really matters to all of them. Val was intrigued with her deep understanding of the society one queen that is cared or not through fear, but because the entire hive loved her. This is also the same queen who killed her sister's before they were born in order for her to attain the throne. This is also the same queen that dispenses with her lovers. Ones they're use has been rendered. So you can't feel pain, right? Val? Quizzed. No, I can't. I can't be burned up, though. Yeah, that's know what I'm getting at? Since you can't feel pain than you can't feel pain from bee stings, right? I imagine that I wouldn't. Why are you asking? Well, I asked because I love to get some honey, you know, for my tea. And if I went to get some myself, Well, I'd be stoned to death. So I'm asking if you could go get me some. Oh, and I'm sure I could find use for the bees Wax, too. So you want me to go there and steal some honey from the hive? Rob the larval babies of their food just so you can clean your tea? That'll didn't like her directness. What he really didn't like was the fact that she was telling the absolute truth. Stealing is ah, harsh term. They have plenty of extra honey. I'm sure of it. He wasn't sure. I mean, they probably have enough. It doesn't feel right, just taking it, especially without asking. They work so hard for it. They should be able to enjoy as much of it is they want without fear of it being stolen. Val was stunned by her bluntness, and by the absolute acuteness, Well, you wouldn't be stealing it if you ask them for it. Just ask them politely, and they'll give it to you. He was equally shocked that he came up with that one so seamlessly, Just ask them and they'll give it to you. You'll see here. Let's go look for a container for the honey. Thou took her by the hand to a vandalized store on the Far Quarter. Upon arriving at the storefront, a large five gallon construction bucket immediately caught his eye. He climbed over the front display, walked through the shattered ping glass window and onto a bloody mess of broken glass and bullet casings. Two corpses still inhabited the store, but they were the non walking and talking type. They were crouching and hugging each other when they were murdered. No, both were in a knitter. Nall embrace. Here, use this. Let me clean it out with. She's nothing I can use here, here. What this will do. He is an old newspaper to wipe the dust from the inside of the bucket, he and crumpled the paper and read an advertisement for mattresses. Good, pricey guests for memory foam. But he was still happy with his set up at the Shangri Law. The other side of the newspaper told the story of a French Navy destroyer that sank a passenger liner in the Mediterranean that was supposedly filled with zombies. The worst part was that story was on Page 22 and got one paragraph. Let's go get some honey. Good. I was saddened by what he had just briefly glanced at because even though he lived through Helen Person, he really hadn't read any accounts of what had happened anywhere else on Earth. The French Navy. They finally saying something. Of course, it had to be a ship that was unarmed. So all you have to do is go up to the truck with this bucket. Just peel away the paper, he stuff to get to the honey comb. You can do this right? I know you can. He was acting like her coach and giving her instructions in a pep talk that was not one of those Barkey types of coaches he'd had too many growing up toe ever act like one himself. So you're good to go, right? I can do this. She was a little apprehensive as she hesitatingly made her way towards the truck. As she approached the vehicle, she took note of two bodies that were in uniform and still clutching their side arms. Both corpses were completely devoid of any flesh and essentially were skeletons. One of them was seated and propped up against a tree with its just separated from its skull. The lower jaw was right above its badge. She turned back to him for more courage, and he responded with Ju thumbs up. She stood there, frozen after seeing the two skeletons and then begin to turn back to him. He met her halfway. What's the matter? They can't hurt you, and neither can these things. They ate all the flesh. They're angry. I don't want to be eaten by bees. She was not quite panicked, but was getting there. She needed some reassurance, and she needed it fast. Look, nothing can hurt you. Those skeletons have been there for weeks, months. Even anything could have in them. Relax. You can do this. This is a test for you. This will give you the ability to overcome fear. And that is the most important thing that anyone can learn to defeat. You know, fear is the mind killer. Seriously, you could do this and you'll love honey. His reassurance was compelling, and the girl was re energized with confidence. She took a deep breath in and continued onward to the truck. Since zombies do not need to breathe, that wondered if this was a vestigial human memory or instinct that dying just couldn't really remove. Now, well, past the two bodies, she encountered one more skeleton, also seemingly picked clean this one also in uniform. But armed with an assault rifle, she kept going on each step bolder than the last. She could hear the buzzing. Now the buzzing got louder and the bees began swarming around her. That lost sight of her in the angry black cloud. Now he was afraid, afraid that he just lead her to her doom. He was then afraid that they would come after him. And lastly, he was afraid he'd have no honey. Tonight the angry cloud of bees seem to get thicker with every passing moment. He still could not hear them from where he positioned himself, but this did not allay any of steers. He newbies could follow you for two or three blocks, double that. If they were Africanized bees. The mass was static and not making its way to him. Were they eating her bit by bit like tiny flying Peronnas. Then the clouds seemingly parted like a tent, unzipping from which emerged, the girl carrying the construction bucket. She slowly and methodically made her way to him, picking up the rifle and slinging it over her shoulder. She briefly paused to put the other two pistols in the bucket. Val could see a large slab of using honey comb poking from the top of the bucket she knocked on the car window. You're right, you're right. I do like honey and wax to its hypnotic. It's so different from candle axe. I felt like the way she elongated the words, so as he often did for emphasis, Vow was astonished with what had just transpired. She did not have one sting on her or a single bite taken out of her, and the swarm had not followed her back to where he was either. All three of his fears were proven false. He exited the car without hesitation, although for a moment he thought the bees were waiting for him and one large aero shaped mass above the car. He did look up to check, only to find the clear blue sky. That was awesome. That was awesome. I knew you could do it. I knew you had the courage and the strength to do it, he enthusiastically exclaimed. It was really easy. I was really anxious as I approached the hive. The buzzing was really intense, but they sensed that I meant them no harm. You did a really great job. Thank you, May I? He asked her giddy with joy made. May I have some? She paused for a moment, but only for a brief moment. She then tilt her head and happily handed him the bounty from her perilous gathering. The two firearms were on top of the chunks of honeycombs smothered with honey and wax. It was intertwined with tiny filaments of the American with a laser focus. He spotted George Washington's I on the tip of the colt 45. You did such a good job. I am so happy. I'm so proud of you. He hugged the wave with an embrace so strong he would have squeezed the breath from her if she still breathed it all. A satisfied smile gradually overcame her tepid face as she was still unsure of how her true self should act around him. They embrace much her gift between them and both giggled over the in propriety. He brushed the honey from her belly and took the sweet offering straight to his lips. So what was it like in the middle of all those bees? And none of them stung you. This genuine curiosity matches giddiness over all the honey she brought back it. Waas unexperienced for sure. I felt very warm. All of them were apprehensive at first. But I asked them if I could have some honey. They didn't feel threatened at all. I did what you said. I asked them and they obliged my request. Thank you. She dipped her hand into the mass and pulled out a piece of wax dripping with honey and dusted with pollen. She slowly put it in her mouth and closed her eyes and she chewed savoring every sensory moment of the experience way you ask them. You asked them and they said yes. Um, these can talk. You do know that, right? These can talk. And I did talk with him. Actually. Way didn't really talk. See, they don't talk. See, I did all the talking thinking mostly I asked him for the honey and they gave it to be so No talking by them on Li Buy me thinking. I mean see, she put the same emphasis on the word is heated. You really think that they He paused momentarily and realized that the zombies do not lie. They cannot bring themselves to lie to anyone. It's It's more in a concept to them as disco you ask them. You thought to ask them And just because I told you to do that and it worked, it worked. Did you know you had it in you toe? Ask to think to ask. Val was beside himself. He cannot understand what just transpired. But it was to occupy his thoughts for days to come. The girl just smiled at him. Yes, well, no. I guess it was always inside me but I would never have even thought to do it If u n told me Dio, you have such good ideas and you say them so well. Your suggestion is it made me ask them. You did this. See? You will save us all. That's why we love you so much. And the Queen bee was so grateful I asked for her. Honey, apparently no one ever dies. People just take it without asking. They don't like all their hard work being stolen. This was a gift. A gift for a good friend of mine. You and they happily gave it to me. See, that was money, money, money. Hey, had a eureka moment. He found what? To name her. I'm gonna call you money from now on. Thank you. And it's not because the honey is from a Wells Fargo armored truck filled with money, right? Um, yeah,