encounters with several groups of zombies. They attacked our convoy as we drove north though small cities and smaller towns. We gladly obliterated them and then moved on to get home. Our members at the compound would be worried knowing we had confronted a new evil and could have been captured or killed.
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Eventually, we all settled back into our routines and our lives returned to what we now considered normalcy. After several fall rains, leaves began to drift to the ground. Winter would soon be blowing in from the north. Morning temperatures often dipped to thirty degrees while sunlit afternoons approached sixty-five. A heavy frost was expected in the next few weeks, and then the landscape would change drastically as it turned from green to orange, yellow and brown.
Connie and I spent more time together and became close. After a few dates—here that's time talking together in private—we were intimate. She moved in with me a week later. She constantly professed her love for me and made it clear she'd not tolerate any form of cheating.
I guess she figured if she was sleeping with the group leader she could slack off even more than she had in the past. Several times I talked with her about doing her share for the group. She'd smile and promise to do better, but I still heard complaints about her attitude and lack of work ethics.
I knew I didn't love her, and I suspect she knew it too. She often attempted to get me to pledge my love to her, but I couldn't because it just wasn't there. For my part the relationship was shallow. It was more about companionship and having someone I liked as a warm body in my bed. She was an extremely good looking woman and friendly. We managed to stay together, but toward the end torrid disagreements became a staple of our relationship.
John Alton, Shane, and I discussed changes we wanted to make to the gun ports on the second floor. They'd been designed to shoot unarmed zombies from, and we hadn't counted on anyone shooting back. We agreed to add half-inch plate steel with shooting slots so marksmen would be protected if we were attacked by other humans. The kidnapping incident had put all of us on high alert, and we decided to maximize our security and ability to defend our positions. John said he was sure several metal fabrication and supply business' he'd dealt with in Cedar Rapids would have the materials we needed. He thought the equipment to haul it should still be there, too. He cautioned us that the quantity required would mean several trips to haul the plate. The fabrication and installation would make a good winter project for our three welders.
Shane looked at me and winked mischievously before he addressed John. "Janice say's you've been seeing Kira every time the two of you get free time together. Is there anything to that?"
John's dark brown face grinned widely. "Yeah. We talk when there's time. She's quite a woman. I mean, what's not to like. In addition to having a great personality and intelligence, she's tall, slender and beautiful. And she's tough. Unfortunately for me, I don't get the feeling she has any attraction for me beyond a casual friendship. But I sense she's still in serious need of someone to relax and talk with, so maybe I can help her."
CHAPTER THREE
T hat evening, I was in the gym working out on the Nautilus exercise machines we had transported from a health club in Waterloo. I was working an abdominal machine when Kira started on a stair climber next to me. We each hit the machines hard, worked up a sweat, and finished at nearly the same time. To cool down, we walked around the equipment repair area at a fast pace then slowed before stopping. "I hear Paige has adjusted to the new environment. Shana says her exam grades are excellent, and she's a pleasure to have in class. She also commented it's apparent you encourage Paige to do well on her homework, and you help her when she needs it."
She smiled. "I actually don't do that
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