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Authors: Ivan Turner
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hospital. Grant was not expected to survive. Heron‘s men protected the fireman from any stragglers and cleaned up the zombies that survived the blaze. When things were progressing smoothly, Heron got on the phone with Smith to ask him if he'd seen anything like the leaflets the fire captain had handed him. Smith confirmed that they had arrested two people at Angus Construction Yard putting up the same signs that very night. They’d turned out to be the parents of Tiffany Percy, who'd been bitten there the week before. According to their statements, they'd printed the fliers themselves and didn't know of any other locations where zombies were being collected.
Heron ordered them questioned further. Then he wanted the DA to bring absolutely any charge he could against them. Clearly someone had set this fire in response to those posted signs. Now two firemen were critically injured. Before the day was out, Heron was determined to know who else was involved and see them in custody.
***
IT was after eleven when Abby got home. The apartment was dark and quiet. Martin had gone to bed early. Heading into the bathroom, Abby stripped and got into the shower. Normally, she liked to shower in the morning but now she felt dirty. She couldn't quite explain it to herself. Nothing she had done was illegal or even unethical in the true sense of the word. At least, nothing except lying to Martin. And yet she felt as if she had turned a corner in her life, given up the purest piece of herself. Of course, she knew, it was because of Peter and Melissa. Both of them were truly damaged people. The source of Melissa's pain was clear, but not Peter's. They had suffered the same trauma, Abby and Peter. From the very first minute, they had both been there. What was the difference? Abby had worried for Sammy the entire time. But he had been fine. Peter had lost colleagues. Was that the deciding factor? Once you lose someone, anyone, to the zombie plague, does it make you so bitter?
Heron wasn't that bitter.
After her shower, Abby towel dried her hair, brushed it out quickly, and went to bed. By that time, it was midnight. Martin was laying on his back, snoring softly, the blankets tangled throughout his arms and legs. Abby tried to extricate them, but she'd have had to wake him up to do it. Instead, she went to the hall closet to retrieve the twin sized comforter they kept there. On her way back, she peaked her head into Sammy's room. He lay in his little bed, his blanket tangled up through his arms and legs. Like father like son. She smiled. She had so much and couldn't afford to lose any of it. But was what she was doing going to help protect them or drive them away?
With a heavy head, she crawled into bed beside Martin and pulled the narrow comforter over her body. She turned on her side and stared at him. She tried to stare at him for a long time, but couldn't. Sleep came quickly, driving the conscious thoughts from her head and opening the door for the nightmares.
***
ARRICK'S boring life had become ever more so since the passing of Suzanna DeForest. True, she had been one of the nastiest women he had ever met, but she had provided him with an escape from the mundane existence of teaching and, well, nothing else. It bothered him that she was gone, but bothered him even more that he was mostly concerned with his boredom. It showed either that he hadn't loved her or that he just didn't have it in himself to care about others. As the days went by, he began to feel more and more as if it was the latter rather than the former. Of course, if he didn't care about others, he could hardly have loved Suzanna. As such, he was presented with a full blown identity crisis.
Always shy and pampered, Arrick had forever shunned strong personal relationships. He was close with his brother, in spirit if not in distance. His relationship with his parents had become strained ever since he'd moved from Scotland to the United
Heron ordered them questioned further. Then he wanted the DA to bring absolutely any charge he could against them. Clearly someone had set this fire in response to those posted signs. Now two firemen were critically injured. Before the day was out, Heron was determined to know who else was involved and see them in custody.
***
IT was after eleven when Abby got home. The apartment was dark and quiet. Martin had gone to bed early. Heading into the bathroom, Abby stripped and got into the shower. Normally, she liked to shower in the morning but now she felt dirty. She couldn't quite explain it to herself. Nothing she had done was illegal or even unethical in the true sense of the word. At least, nothing except lying to Martin. And yet she felt as if she had turned a corner in her life, given up the purest piece of herself. Of course, she knew, it was because of Peter and Melissa. Both of them were truly damaged people. The source of Melissa's pain was clear, but not Peter's. They had suffered the same trauma, Abby and Peter. From the very first minute, they had both been there. What was the difference? Abby had worried for Sammy the entire time. But he had been fine. Peter had lost colleagues. Was that the deciding factor? Once you lose someone, anyone, to the zombie plague, does it make you so bitter?
Heron wasn't that bitter.
After her shower, Abby towel dried her hair, brushed it out quickly, and went to bed. By that time, it was midnight. Martin was laying on his back, snoring softly, the blankets tangled throughout his arms and legs. Abby tried to extricate them, but she'd have had to wake him up to do it. Instead, she went to the hall closet to retrieve the twin sized comforter they kept there. On her way back, she peaked her head into Sammy's room. He lay in his little bed, his blanket tangled up through his arms and legs. Like father like son. She smiled. She had so much and couldn't afford to lose any of it. But was what she was doing going to help protect them or drive them away?
With a heavy head, she crawled into bed beside Martin and pulled the narrow comforter over her body. She turned on her side and stared at him. She tried to stare at him for a long time, but couldn't. Sleep came quickly, driving the conscious thoughts from her head and opening the door for the nightmares.
***
ARRICK'S boring life had become ever more so since the passing of Suzanna DeForest. True, she had been one of the nastiest women he had ever met, but she had provided him with an escape from the mundane existence of teaching and, well, nothing else. It bothered him that she was gone, but bothered him even more that he was mostly concerned with his boredom. It showed either that he hadn't loved her or that he just didn't have it in himself to care about others. As the days went by, he began to feel more and more as if it was the latter rather than the former. Of course, if he didn't care about others, he could hardly have loved Suzanna. As such, he was presented with a full blown identity crisis.
Always shy and pampered, Arrick had forever shunned strong personal relationships. He was close with his brother, in spirit if not in distance. His relationship with his parents had become strained ever since he'd moved from Scotland to the United
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