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again?”
“Let’s find out.” Charlie stepped out of the van and walked over to a man who was directing several people to move some hay bales into a more funneling design.
“Excuse me, could you tell me…”
Charlie never got to finish his sentence before the man barked at him.
“Christ! What the hell are you idiots doing here? Report up to the front line before it’s too late! What the hell? The call went out yesterday! Move!” With that, the man turned back to berating the people moving the hay bales.
Charlie turned back to me, and I shrugged.
“Guess we head south, and see what’s going on,” I said.
“Kind of glad the army is coming up soon,” Duncan said. “Do you think it’s a horde on its way? Maybe ‘the’ horde?”
Tommy snorted. “That’s just a rumor. There’s been reports for months about a huge horde that just wanders around and swallows up whole communities. Don’t you think we’ve had found it by now?”
Duncan was unswayed. “We’ve been on the east side of the river. Now we are in its territory.”
“Well, the good news is I have a plan should the mighty horde find us here,” I said loftily.
“Would that plan involve running for the nearest high ground?” Charlie asked.
“When did I tell you my plan?”
We got back into the van and went south again. We passed another group of people digging out an old trench, and others were rebuilding old barricades. Something was seriously up. This time of year people were generally getting ready for winter and not really worrying about zombie attacks. They slowed down considerably in cold weather, even the fast ones, and one man could handle a good sized horde if he had the right weapon and was smart enough not to get completely surrounded or surprised.
We drove south for a few miles and reached a small gathering of vehicles and people. They seemed to be clustered around a small barn, but from where we were we couldn’t see much else.
“Pull up back here,” I said. “We don’t know for sure what’s going on, but clearly there is a zombie threat that is imminent.”
“Full gear?” Charlie asked.
I nodded. “Packs, too.”
We took a moment to get our gear on, checking our mags to make sure they were full. I had my pick and my bowie, my Glock and my rifle, and a pack full of useful goodies. I slipped my gloves on and put my balaclava on my head. I didn’t pull it down over my face, though. No need for that just yet.
Tommy gave me a look, and I just shrugged. But he pulled his own out and wore it like a cap as well.
“It is getting colder,” he said.
We stepped out and walked over to the collection of people. They were in a semi circle around a woman who appeared to be talking on an old wired phone like something from an army surplus store. She was about my age, with short black hair and wire rimmed glasses. She was wearing a simple wool coat, but I could see the bulge of a handgun where the shoulder harness she wore rode up on the left side.
“Who are you?” A voice at my left distracted me before I could talk to the woman.
The speaker was a short man, about fifty years old, and looked to be as hard as the rock he was standing on. His thick arms held a long pole that was topped with heavy chunks of jagged steel. No matter how he swung that thing, it was going to kill something. His face was a mass of black beard that was streaked with grey, and I could see dark scars down the side of his neck. Three of them equal distant apart, like a hand that had clawed at him.
I held out my hand. “John Talon. My friends here are Charlie James, Duncan Fries, and Tommy Carter. What’s going on? Can we help?”
The man took my hand in a very strong grip. “Brian Wright. Pleasure. If you boys want to help, and by the look of you, you surely can, then I’ll get you up front to talk to Meggie right now. Follow me.”
Wright worked his way through the crowd and up to the woman. I
“Let’s find out.” Charlie stepped out of the van and walked over to a man who was directing several people to move some hay bales into a more funneling design.
“Excuse me, could you tell me…”
Charlie never got to finish his sentence before the man barked at him.
“Christ! What the hell are you idiots doing here? Report up to the front line before it’s too late! What the hell? The call went out yesterday! Move!” With that, the man turned back to berating the people moving the hay bales.
Charlie turned back to me, and I shrugged.
“Guess we head south, and see what’s going on,” I said.
“Kind of glad the army is coming up soon,” Duncan said. “Do you think it’s a horde on its way? Maybe ‘the’ horde?”
Tommy snorted. “That’s just a rumor. There’s been reports for months about a huge horde that just wanders around and swallows up whole communities. Don’t you think we’ve had found it by now?”
Duncan was unswayed. “We’ve been on the east side of the river. Now we are in its territory.”
“Well, the good news is I have a plan should the mighty horde find us here,” I said loftily.
“Would that plan involve running for the nearest high ground?” Charlie asked.
“When did I tell you my plan?”
We got back into the van and went south again. We passed another group of people digging out an old trench, and others were rebuilding old barricades. Something was seriously up. This time of year people were generally getting ready for winter and not really worrying about zombie attacks. They slowed down considerably in cold weather, even the fast ones, and one man could handle a good sized horde if he had the right weapon and was smart enough not to get completely surrounded or surprised.
We drove south for a few miles and reached a small gathering of vehicles and people. They seemed to be clustered around a small barn, but from where we were we couldn’t see much else.
“Pull up back here,” I said. “We don’t know for sure what’s going on, but clearly there is a zombie threat that is imminent.”
“Full gear?” Charlie asked.
I nodded. “Packs, too.”
We took a moment to get our gear on, checking our mags to make sure they were full. I had my pick and my bowie, my Glock and my rifle, and a pack full of useful goodies. I slipped my gloves on and put my balaclava on my head. I didn’t pull it down over my face, though. No need for that just yet.
Tommy gave me a look, and I just shrugged. But he pulled his own out and wore it like a cap as well.
“It is getting colder,” he said.
We stepped out and walked over to the collection of people. They were in a semi circle around a woman who appeared to be talking on an old wired phone like something from an army surplus store. She was about my age, with short black hair and wire rimmed glasses. She was wearing a simple wool coat, but I could see the bulge of a handgun where the shoulder harness she wore rode up on the left side.
“Who are you?” A voice at my left distracted me before I could talk to the woman.
The speaker was a short man, about fifty years old, and looked to be as hard as the rock he was standing on. His thick arms held a long pole that was topped with heavy chunks of jagged steel. No matter how he swung that thing, it was going to kill something. His face was a mass of black beard that was streaked with grey, and I could see dark scars down the side of his neck. Three of them equal distant apart, like a hand that had clawed at him.
I held out my hand. “John Talon. My friends here are Charlie James, Duncan Fries, and Tommy Carter. What’s going on? Can we help?”
The man took my hand in a very strong grip. “Brian Wright. Pleasure. If you boys want to help, and by the look of you, you surely can, then I’ll get you up front to talk to Meggie right now. Follow me.”
Wright worked his way through the crowd and up to the woman. I
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