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they give me
medical treatment.”
It made sense. Cairo had the only working medical facility—more
of a tent—that he'd seen since the sirens. His gamble was
they'd have something to treat whatever it was he caught. He looked
horrible, but without a bite, the bleeding should stop soon and he
should be fine. A note was better than nothing.
He scribbled down a short note to Grandma, described her, and then
set the notepad on the passenger's seat.
“Please get this to her.”
“I'll try, son. Now get the hell off my boat and out of my
life.”
The boat moved forward to the shore, but Jason was in the back
near a floor board that had bounced up during the high-speed
cruising. He had pulled up the decking and smiled over what was
beneath him.
“Well, I wish I'd known that was there when I needed it,”
Liam remarked.
The ship captain was a gun runner after all. He saw that his stash
had been found.
“Take what you want. I don't care anymore. It belongs to the
Snowballers, anyway.”
5
Standing on the shore with his dad's AK-47 again, Liam watched the
captain throttle up and out of his life, at least for now. He took in
the surroundings, piecing it together from the brief time he was here
last. The large power plant sat idle. Large piles of coal stood vigil
nearby...waiting for someone to shovel them onto the conveyor belt
going into the facility. No one came out, though he recalled there
being some survivors inside back then.
“We need to move. I don't know what that thing was, but it
might be swimming down the river to this point. I say we get gone
before it arrives.”
With some trepidation, Liam turned his back on the river. For
hundreds of yards he turned around to see if they were being
followed. They found the railroad tracks huddled at the base of the
tall bluff face which ran along this section of the river. Even then,
he turned around every so often, sure they were being followed by the
strange new creature.
“Liam, you can relax. There's nothing back there.” His
mom sounded comforting, but he couldn't take her at her word this
time.
“Yeah, we can see all the way back there on these tracks. It
can't sneak up on us,” Victoria added.
But the sick-smelling aroma hung in his nostrils as they walked.
It could be above them on the bluffs—
How could it have climbed that high?
Or below them hiding in the woods below the railroad grade—
How could it have kept up with the boat going thirty miles per
hour?
Or, mystery of mysteries, maybe it was already in front of them—
Now you're being crazy.
Liam didn't know.
“I just want to get somewhere we have four walls around us.”
The alpha zombie had deeply affected him. Its ability to project, and
then combine skills of other zombies he'd had the misfortune to
encounter, well, it made him appreciate how stupid zombies really
were. Often in the books they were slow, plodding creatures.
Sometimes they were fast, but still pretty dumb. The one behind
them—he was sure it was still pursuing them—had displayed
climbing skills and swimming skills along with whatever aromatic
concoction it emitted. What if there were others who could run? Hell,
maybe that one could, but never had the chance.
No, it couldn't run he decided. That's why it didn't march
directly for them. It was smart enough to recognize the weakness was
above. If it could have run, the whole thing would already be over
and he himself would now be walking around looking for the blood of
more victims.
“Here lies the great historian, Liam Peters—only
recorded the first five minutes of the Zombie Apocalypse,” his
epitaph would say.
One more look behind.
“This is something new. We have to tell someone. These
Arizonas—they're going to get the drop on everyone.”
“Arizonas?” Jason asked.
“Yeah, Alpha Zombies. A-Z. It's shorthand.”
Victoria laughed, perhaps remembering his effort to label zombies
as “zuellas” early in the crisis. That conversation
seemed like it
medical treatment.”
It made sense. Cairo had the only working medical facility—more
of a tent—that he'd seen since the sirens. His gamble was
they'd have something to treat whatever it was he caught. He looked
horrible, but without a bite, the bleeding should stop soon and he
should be fine. A note was better than nothing.
He scribbled down a short note to Grandma, described her, and then
set the notepad on the passenger's seat.
“Please get this to her.”
“I'll try, son. Now get the hell off my boat and out of my
life.”
The boat moved forward to the shore, but Jason was in the back
near a floor board that had bounced up during the high-speed
cruising. He had pulled up the decking and smiled over what was
beneath him.
“Well, I wish I'd known that was there when I needed it,”
Liam remarked.
The ship captain was a gun runner after all. He saw that his stash
had been found.
“Take what you want. I don't care anymore. It belongs to the
Snowballers, anyway.”
5
Standing on the shore with his dad's AK-47 again, Liam watched the
captain throttle up and out of his life, at least for now. He took in
the surroundings, piecing it together from the brief time he was here
last. The large power plant sat idle. Large piles of coal stood vigil
nearby...waiting for someone to shovel them onto the conveyor belt
going into the facility. No one came out, though he recalled there
being some survivors inside back then.
“We need to move. I don't know what that thing was, but it
might be swimming down the river to this point. I say we get gone
before it arrives.”
With some trepidation, Liam turned his back on the river. For
hundreds of yards he turned around to see if they were being
followed. They found the railroad tracks huddled at the base of the
tall bluff face which ran along this section of the river. Even then,
he turned around every so often, sure they were being followed by the
strange new creature.
“Liam, you can relax. There's nothing back there.” His
mom sounded comforting, but he couldn't take her at her word this
time.
“Yeah, we can see all the way back there on these tracks. It
can't sneak up on us,” Victoria added.
But the sick-smelling aroma hung in his nostrils as they walked.
It could be above them on the bluffs—
How could it have climbed that high?
Or below them hiding in the woods below the railroad grade—
How could it have kept up with the boat going thirty miles per
hour?
Or, mystery of mysteries, maybe it was already in front of them—
Now you're being crazy.
Liam didn't know.
“I just want to get somewhere we have four walls around us.”
The alpha zombie had deeply affected him. Its ability to project, and
then combine skills of other zombies he'd had the misfortune to
encounter, well, it made him appreciate how stupid zombies really
were. Often in the books they were slow, plodding creatures.
Sometimes they were fast, but still pretty dumb. The one behind
them—he was sure it was still pursuing them—had displayed
climbing skills and swimming skills along with whatever aromatic
concoction it emitted. What if there were others who could run? Hell,
maybe that one could, but never had the chance.
No, it couldn't run he decided. That's why it didn't march
directly for them. It was smart enough to recognize the weakness was
above. If it could have run, the whole thing would already be over
and he himself would now be walking around looking for the blood of
more victims.
“Here lies the great historian, Liam Peters—only
recorded the first five minutes of the Zombie Apocalypse,” his
epitaph would say.
One more look behind.
“This is something new. We have to tell someone. These
Arizonas—they're going to get the drop on everyone.”
“Arizonas?” Jason asked.
“Yeah, Alpha Zombies. A-Z. It's shorthand.”
Victoria laughed, perhaps remembering his effort to label zombies
as “zuellas” early in the crisis. That conversation
seemed like it
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