I’m Not Sure I Want to Find Out

December 3, 2011 at 6:28 pm (Apocalypse, Eternal Aftermath, Horror, Zombie) (, , , , , , , , , )

Pain roared through him. He had seen suffering, usually at the hands of his new family. He had even dealt out more than his share. But he had always felt distant, removed. Now that he had become the man being hurt, everything changed.

Normal things like watching the ants move along the floor of the stifling shack, seemed light years away from him. The pain owned him, made him remember his parents and how they had always seen such promise in him. It reminded him of school and that nice older woman at the convenience store. All that was dead now. Everyone was dead. He knew that, but they still loved him. They would never hurt him. They were his new family.

A slap across the face caused Haeds to look up at his capture.

“Earth to crazy-ass loon. Are you going to answer me or should we go to finger number three.”

Haeds looked from the grizzled face of the evil shitkicker, down at the stumps of two of his bleeding fingers.

Brown spoke again. “Listen dumbass, I don’t have time to screw around and it’s all your fault. If you think you can still enjoy being king of the zombies without fingers I guess that’s your choice.” The clippers moved over the middle finger of his left hand.

“No! Wait, stop!” He panted. He didn’t want to tell these losers a thing. He was the king of these wastes. But one thing Brown said did make sense. He didn’t want to be a king without fingers. He would tell them. What would it matter? They would all be dead soon anyway.

He spit out some blood that had been lingering in his mouth. “I got bit, okay. But instead of the bite killing me, like it did everyone else, I survived.”

Brown became dead serious, but at least didn’t look like he was about to hurt him anymore. “So what happened?”

“I got sick—you know the fever, like everyone else. But I got better. It didn’t kill me.” He rolled up his sleeve. The twisted bite scar had been a mark of pride for him. I badge of honor that always reminded him that he was better than everybody else. He began to enjoy his role, despite the pain. He would teach this low-life who he was really dealing with.

“But why did it happen? What makes you different from everyone else?”

“I’m just better than-”

After grabbing him by the collar, Brown yelled in his face. “Knock it off or we are back to the clippers. Why… are…you…different? Something must have happened to you when you were younger.”

“Looking up into his eyes, Haeds said, “When I was a kid I got real sick.”


*         *         *

Spencer was just about to try to force his way into the shack, when Brown beat him to the punch and opened the door. Sweat and grim covered his upper body and large sweat stains had pooled under his armpits.

“So how’s shit stain in there?”

“He’s going to have to give up the piano,” Brown said, while reached for a water bottle that Wart handed him.

Spencer wrinkled his nose. “Huh, did you learn anything? Come on man, the shit’s hitting the fan with Godzilla force around here.”

“I think I figured out why the zombies don’t attack him, but that isn’t going to do much to help us fight off four hundred Walkers.”

“You don’t know the half of it. Like everyone’s leaving.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

Spencer pointed toward the rides a Brown took in the sight of the frantic packing. Brown opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by the appearance of Mel, Flinch, and Rollie. Flinch pushed Rollie’s wheelchair through the clinging desert sands and was just able to make it to them. It looked like Mel had scavenged some gear along the way. An extra rifle hung over his shoulder and he had a few bags filled with other supplies.

“Nice to see you have Devon’s shotgun,” Spencer said, addressing Rollie.

“I pretty much gathered everything I thought I’d need. Not being able to walk puts a whole new perspective on an army of undead heading your way.”

As if coming out of a daze, Brown looked over at Kimberly. “Weren’t you with Ann? How is she? Is she safe?”

“Alexander was with her. She’s more hurt up here,” she said, while pointing at her blonde head. “He’s a psychiatrist and right now that’s what she needs.”

“But everyone is leaving. How do we know if she’s being loaded into a car right now.” Shooting a glare at Spencer, he said, “Has anybody tried talking this people out of this. Devon wouldn’t want this. I’m sure he has some plan or something brewing.”

Two people jogged toward the growing group. Spencer knew them just enough to remember their names. James and Ditch. James had a lanky body. He kept his curly hair short, and tended to play with his thin mustache when he spoke. His buddy Ditch was from Germany and favored a sledge hammer for a weapon. He had the body for it and only wore a tattered blue vest over his giant muscles.

“Gentlemen.” Brown said once they have drawn near.

“Are you guys bugging out like the rest?” James asked.

“We haven’t really decided what we’re doing.”

Ditch spoke up. “Yah, if is all the same to you, ve vould like to, ah…” He looked over at James, “Ve would like to do vhatever you’re doing.”

“Well… as soon as we figure it out we’ll let you know,” Spencer grumbled.


*         *         *

Devon stared at the ladder reaching up to the score-box twenty feet over their heads. The zombies had been cleared from the room, but this left them with only a handful of bullets left. The gymnasium doors were locked behind them, but Devon knew that wouldn’t help if they still had to fight their way out of town.

“So are you ready for this?” he asked Emily.

“What, I can fight my way through a ghost town filled with the walking dead, but I can’t climb up there?” She looked at him and then back up at the elevated room. “Honestly, I’m a bit worried about what we could find.”

“I know the feeling. I’ll start up first. If we run into trouble, my pistol will work better than your rifle in close quarters.”

It was the longest twenty seconds of his life, but Devon made it to the smashed out window that the top of the steel ladder rested against. Before his head had reached the opening, he was already hearing muffled noises. Grunting.

“Slow down, it sounds like that freak might be hiding zombies up here too.”

“Be careful.”

As he drew near the lips the sounds changed. They were more urgent. He could almost make out words. “Oh the hell with it,” he mumbled, but then louder said, “I’m coming up. Please don’t blow my head off.”

At first, he could see nothing in the stygian room.  For a moment, he balanced awkwardly on the ladder while he fumbled for his flashlight, all the time trying to keep his gun pointed into the room.

The sounds, he could call them voices now, grew more frantic. They still sounded like they came at him from under five layers of blankets. What’s going on in there?

Finally his light pierced the darkness and he almost tumbled off the ladder when he saw what the room held.

“Emily, there’re people in here! From the looks of it, two men and a girl.”


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November 20, 2011 at 1:26 am (Apocalypse, Eternal Aftermath, Horror, Zombie) (, , )

“It looks like the gym was close to the cafeteria,” Devon panted. “See there’s a loading dock there—hey look, it’s open.”

“Yeah and also surrounded by undead,” Emily yelled, over the constant gunfire the pair produced.  “Oh gross, he has a bunch chained to the sides of the loading docks, It’s going to be a bitch getting in there.”

“Good point. We outdistanced most of the ones following us. Why don’t you sharp shooter those eternal guards of his, while I watch your back.” Even as he spoke, Devon literally put their backs together while he took pot shots as the Walkers slowly stumbling up from the center of San Miguel.

A minute passed.

“The dock is clear,” Emily said. “That’s the good news.” She turned to make sure they had eye contact. “The bad news is I’m almost spent. Zombie boy better have some kind of weapons cash or we’re in serious trouble.”

Devon said nothing and started to jog toward the loading dock. Emily quickly followed. A few stray zombies blocked their paths, but since Haeds had all but emptied the town when he sent San Miguel’s zombies at Devon’s ranch, these were not enough to stop the pair, but before they made it to the gym, Devon had run out of ammo for his colt. He tucked it into his backpack with a curse. Letting his desert eagle lead the way, he entered the Gym.

The place was beyond foul. It had a sink that could never be removed. They had seen the town’s undead pour out of here a week ago and there was no doubt in Devon’s mind that Haeds must have kept them stored in here somehow. But how he did it, only became another mystery to add to the many, when it came to anything involving Haeds.

Again a few zombies lingered. But Devon hardly noticed them as they began to lumber toward him. “Do you see that?”

“A ladder leading up to that score booth, yeah.”

“I have a feeling, what we are looking for might be up there.”

Behind them the town’s remaining Walkers were slowly catching up to them.

“I sure as fuck hope so,” she said, “because if we get trapped up there without any ammo, I’m shooting you first.”


*         *         *

A string of curses constantly erupted from his lips, as Spencer stepped through the courtyard of the ranch. All around him the people that Devon had rescued from the Ripper jail, were packing their things and loading them into the various vehicles they had acquired.

“All this work for nothing. These people are just going to run off and get themselves killed,” he grumbled. “Oh no,” he said, while making wild gestures with his hands, “four hundred zombies are coming this way. What the hell do you think you are going to find out there,” he yelled at a group of three who were loading an SUV, “forty thousand?”

As he walked, he noticed that punk kid that tagged around with Brown. He was leaning against the side of a shack breaking cigarette butts so that the dog ends of the smokes fell into a wrinkled rolling paper. His faded blue Mohawk bounced in the wind and matched the aqua blue lens of the goggles he always wore.

“What up, dude, why aren’t you running scared like the rest of your jail bait buddies?”

“Because I have aspirations.”

Spencer made a face. “Aspirations huh, I might be interested in hearing what those would be, but I forget your name.”

“Just call me Wart. And you are Spencer, and don’t get all higher than mighty, you were in the jail too.”

“It’s Spike, call me Spike. And yeah for like an hour.” He paused. “Is Brown in there?”

“Yeah, he asked me to keep everyone out.”

“But that doesn’t mean me.”

Wart was saved from having to answer, when Kimberly rushed up to them. Spencer didn’t have any trouble remembering her name.

“Have you seen Devon?”

“Huh, where have you been? I haven’t seen him or my sister for almost a flippin day. Best guess they are on the other side of Haeds’ cute little zombie army.”

Her petite face stayed etched in concern. “I’ve been taking care of that woman, Ann, that you rescued. She has been abused so horribly.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. Damn, I hate that freak, Haeds. I wish I could just kill him.”

Her large eyes stared at him, then she finally said, “I was taking care of her and then the doctor and were told we are all leaving.”

He crossed his arms. “I’m not leaving. Not without Devon and my sis anyway.”

Wart lit his recycled smoke and it smelled like burning hair. “I’m not leaving unless Brown is.”

“Does this have to do with your aspirations?”

“This is all crazy. We have to wait for Devon. Isn’t he the leader here?” she said

“That’s what I’ve always thought. Every person here, even the new girl owes him their life and now when he might be in trouble, we’re supposed to run just because four hundred Walkers are headed this way. Devon is trying to build something. Make the world a better place and all these people want to just blow it off.”

“Not all of them,” Mel said from behind him. Flitch stood beside his friend as skinny as the other man was stocky. “I figured I’d start handing out ammo over here before those others try to lay any claim on it.”

Spencer smiled. “I’m starting to like you guys more every day. But could you do me one favor, I really want to get Rollie out here, we need to have a serious discussion with the more enlightened members of our little ranch. Now please open this door. We need to find out what the hell Brown is doing in there.”


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Better to Give, Than Receive

November 13, 2011 at 9:36 pm (Apocalypse, Eternal Aftermath, Horror, Zombie) (, , , )

“There’re more zombies here than I might have guessed,” Emily yelled over the gunfire. Her young body jerked left and then quickly right as shot after shot exploded from her rifle.

Devon preferred to get closer and used his two pistols with a deadly effect as he weaved through the growing pack. “Yeah, but do you notice something about these that Haeds left behind?” She was too busy to reply so he continued. “All of the ones we’re fighting are gimped in some way. Look this one is missing an arm,” he said, seconds before the zombie in question spread his brains over the faded sign for a pizza parlor.

“Yeah, maybe you’re right,” She said. “Many of these are older or injured in some way, which’s a good thing because at least we might have a chance. But it’s also a bad thing.”

He emptied his magazine and while he paused to slap another one in, he yelled, “A bad thing—why’s that?”

“Because it’s just damn creepy that this zombie lover, Haeds, would take the time to sort his zombies into fitness groups.”

“I can’t argue with you there. Come on the high school’s this way. We’re getting close.”

*         *         *

Spencer looked over at Mitch. “This is crazy. After all the work we have put into this place, you just want to bail and not even try to fight?”

Moving his wheelchair closer to the table, Rollie said, “I agree with Spencer. Devon and Em might not even be able to find us if we move.”

“We can leave them a message, besides I’d rather not waste every round we got fighting a battle that could be avoided. I think that’s what Devon would want us to do.”

“I have some doubts about that,” the teen grumbled. Looking at the stocky man sitting opposite him, Spencer asked, “What’s the deal with the ammo, Mel, I thought you were making plenty of rounds?”

“I am and believe me if Devon and your sister are still kicking, I’m a reckoning they owe their lives to me. But yeah, we might have enough rounds to kill off that many as long as everyone’s an ace shot, I’m not saying that we can do it safely without losing anyone though and if something goes wrong, I’d hate to be holed up and outta lead.”

“Can we focus, please? We only have about two days before those Walkers start showing up?” Mitch said.  “We need to spread the word for everyone to pack up and prepare to leave.”

“On whose authority?”

“I was the leader of these people when we’re all trapped with the Rippers. I think I have more authority than you, kid!” Mitch’s face matched his words.

“Screw that. The doc and Brown aren’t even here. Where’s Brown anyway?”

*         *         *

“You can’t do this.” Haeds eyes had grown wide. He spit a wad of blood to the floor. It might have contained a tooth. “The guy with the beard wants me alive.”

“Devon isn’t here you sick puke and after what I heard you did to Anna, I’ll do whatever I feel like and still only be able to put you through a sliver of what you inflicted on that poor girl.” He emphasized his words with a punch to Heads stomach.

After Heads was able to suck enough air back into his lungs, he said, “Enough. Let me go and return my queen to me. If you do this, I will call back my family and let you live in peace.”

A chuckle escaped from Brown and he rubbed the back of his neck. “Your family,” a strained smile could be seen past his stumble. “I had figured that most people that had survived this long into the plague would be crazy, but I never thought I’d meet a person as screwed up as you.”

“You know you’ll die if I don’t call them off.” Could this Brown be slowing down, giving up?

“You’re an idiot, just like Devon said, maybe a special idiot, but an idiot nonetheless. We have vehicles you moron, we can drive away any time we like.” He took of his cowboy hat and leaned in close enough for Haeds to smell the garlic on his breath. “But none of that will matter to you if I put your body underground. My only issue would be whether I put a bullet in your head so you don’t come back as those zombies you love so much, or if I will bury you in a coffin and let you come back, but be forced to live the rest of your unlife trapped forever in the dark.”

He picked up and pair of hedge clippers. The blades flicked open and closed, each time coming within inches of his face. “Now, I’m only going to give you one chance before I cut off your first finger. Why don’t the undead try to eat you?”


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Desert Darkness, Death Won’t Sleep

November 6, 2011 at 1:54 am (Apocalypse, Eternal Aftermath, Horror, Zombie) (, , )

A twenty mile hike through the desert had Devon and Emily more ready for a fourteen hour sleep than entering a hostile town filled with who knew how many walking dead. Still Devon realized that it was time to rise above such concerns. Everyone at the ranch was counting on him to do something. If he didn’t, they would soon be fighting four hundred zombies without his and Emily’s guns to aid them.

As they entered the darkened town, Emily asked, “So what’re we trying to do again?” Tumble weeds sped over abandoned roads. In some areas the desert winds had dislodged enough sand to obscure the pavement beneath.  “This place is like a real ghost town.”

“I was thinking the same thing.” He let his pistols lead the way. It had been an easier hike without his shotgun, but now he wished he’d brought more fire power. “And as to your question, we’re here to get whatever we can, be it information, guns, or maybe even reinforcements.”

It didn’t take long before the first undead started to make themselves known. A dozen unbreathing lungs moaned before they had made it a hundred yards.

“Quiet or loud?” Emily asked.

“Loud, we don’t have the time. Besides, I’d rather know what we’re facing.”

“Remember,” she smiled past the grit, “there’re still about a hundred on our trail.”

“I know, but I still think you should do it.”

“Do what?” She asked, while taking aim with her rifle.

“One of your screams,” he said before he shot the closest Walker in the head.

“Oh, a piercer,” she said with a smile before she let out a violent scream that left Devon wanting to cover his ears.

“Okay, now we’ll know what we’re really up against. Come on, we saw him leaving the high school gym before. Maybe we’ll get lucky and that’s his base. Let’s fight our way over there.”


*         *         *

After what felt like an eternity of waiting, a man he had seen a few times, the one that always wore a shit kicker hat, came into the room they held him in. Haeds erupted in anger, his wrists strained against the handcuffs, as he called out, “Is that daylight? Where are you holding me? You’re keeping the king of the zombies in a fucking shack! I should have them eat you one inch at a time. Then I will-”

He rant ceased when the butt of a shotgun slammed into his stomach. “That’s just to let you know that you just became the king of crap and can feel free to call me God, you dumbass corpse lover.”

“You might think you’re something special, but I just think you’re another breather stupid enough to shoot at us. We’ve put down everyone who has done it so far and I could easily add you to that long list. It seems like your precious Queen or should I say Anna would certainly have no problem if I did.”

Brown leaned in with his lip drawn back in a snarl. His fierceness caused Haeds to draw back involuntarily. “I just came back from talking to her. She told me what you did you sick freak. And now I assure you that you are about to tell me everything you know that I want to know. Either that, or we start playing Mr. Piggy, the hard way.”


*         *         *

Spencer Paced.

“This isn’t right.” Mitch looked over at him. The marching zombies created a snake of darkness that twisted along the road. Spencer scratched his head. “Let alone the general weirdness of this whole man that’s ignored by zombies thing, why are they marching this way when Devon and my sister should have been able to lure them away? My sis is walking zombie bait. But besides all that, where are they? They should be able to run circles around these Walkers.”

“Did they ever tell you to come back and pick them up?” Mitch said, while he eyed the slowly approaching horde.

“We didn’t really go over it.”

“I’m glad you’re so organized. I think we need to let them take care of themselves. We should be more concerned with this army of Walkers heading toward our ranch. Maybe we should think about bailing.”

“Screw that. Besides we can’t do anything until we hear from Devon and my sister.”

Mitch eyed Spencer for a moment and then gazed back at the shambling corpses. “We had better get back. And they better show up.”


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One Rifle, Two Armies, and a Madman

October 29, 2011 at 8:41 pm (Apocalypse, Eternal Aftermath, Horror, Zombie) (, , )

“Okay, this is getting downright eerie,” Emily said, while wiping her slender wrist across a grimy forehead.

“Yeah, and dangerous too.” As he spoke, Devon picked up a lava rock the size of a roasted turkey and lifted it above his head. A moment later, he tossed it down the slope. It smashed a zombie in the face and it went falling ass over elbow knocking down three others before it came to stop on a pile of jagged boulders.

Emily was the best shot he knew and she proved it again when she fired her rifle into the horde of undead below. Even from their distance, he saw a flash of red when the head exploded. “This just doesn’t make sense,” she said. “Sure these Walkers are stupider than a can of dog food, and would wander away from a fresh bowl of guts if you showed them something shiny, but with all our gunfire they should be turning around and following us. Not chasing after a jeep that left an hour ago.”

She looked over at him. “You don’t think that Haeds can somehow make them follow him?”

“If he could do that, he wouldn’t have had to use that girl for bait. The fact that we can only get about twenty percent of his would-be army to turn and follow us is strange, but it isn’t supernatural.”

“Yep, nothing supernatural about walking dead,” she said, before she let one of her piercing screams disturb the desert stillness.

“Ahhh, damn! Can you warn me before you do one of those, please?”

“See look, even with my piercer only about a hundred zombies have broken off to come after us.”

“Which is more than enough.”

“Yeah, if you were like eighty or something, but hey genius, have you figured out a flaw in your plan? If those guys took our only vehicle, how’re we going to get back? And with four hundred Walkers marching on our ranch it won’t make anything extra easy.”

“I had already considered that.” The first wave of zombies were approaching the crest of the rocky hill upon which they stood.  Another well tossed rock sent a few more rolling back down the hill. Their fall snapped arms and legs and left a pile of thrashing bloody zombies below them. “I’m sure we could figure a way to loop around in front of that army and get picked up, but that still begs the question of why would we want to be trapped in a ranch about to face off again hundreds of Walkers.”

“Devon you wouldn’t abandon them!”

He smiled. “No of course not. I had planned to free Tucson of zombies first, but if we were to clean out even a small town that could really give us a chance to stock up before we made any real assault on our city.”

“I’m not sure if I’m following you.” She flung a rock of her own and it took a zombie wearing biker shorts in the top of his head and he expired with a dull moan.

“There are just the two of us. We are already doing our part to help the ranch by luring these hundred dead-heads away. But we need a vehicle. I say we head back to San Miguel and see if we can grab one and maybe check out the place a bit.”

“With these flesh bags following us, we might not have too long to search.” She said, while joining Devon in a constant rock assault on the approaching dead. “And there’re probably plenty of zombies left back there too.”

“Yeah, I know,” but then stopping in mid throw, he said, “but what if that girl isn’t the only prisoner he had?”

She looked at the zombies and then back at him. “You’re right. You didn’t leave us to be abused and tortured in the Ripper jail and who knows, this Haeds could be even worse than them.”

“I was also thinking that he might be keeping them half starved already. If they have to wait while we protect the ranch and then fight through hundreds of undead before we get to them. Well, they probably wouldn’t make it.”

“That is, if they exist at all. He was calling her his queen, that sounds more like a singular title.” She smiled. “Girls notice things like that.”

His cheer dissipated when the first walker cleared the rise. “Come on, San Miguel’s still a good twenty miles from here, we need to get going.”


*         *         *

Haeds’ eyes flickered open as his consciousness returned.

It took him about two seconds before he began to thrash against his bonds. Where am I? Some place dark and enclosed. Dust filed his nostrils and little light existed.

“Let me out of here!” he screamed. “You can’t do this to me. I’m the king of the dead!”

When rescue was not forthcoming, his rant continued.  “I’ll laugh while me friends tear you apart and feast on your flesh. I’ll hold them off to make sure your deaths will be slow. Release me. Bring me my queen.”

Then he remembered her words. She had told the men to kill him. It tore at his heart. How could she? She had never spoken that way to him in the cellar?

Something was wrong and all he knew was that it was their fault and all these murderous breathers were going to pay!



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Savoir or Madman

September 18, 2011 at 5:38 pm (Apocalypse, Eternal Aftermath, Horror, Zombie) (, , )

As the zombies continued past Haeds,
heading toward the small group, they showed no signs of being any different
that the thousands of others Devon had seen. Yet these undead moved past Heads
as if he was one of their own.

“What sort of demon is he?” Emily asked.

“Either that,” Devon said, “Or he’s the
most valuable person in the world.”

“I don’t care if he’s the reincarnation
of Frank Sinatra; we have to get out of here!” Emily said, her voice growing

Haeds was shouting down at them. “Now
you will finally pay for your crimes, pay for killing their brothers. At them
my family!”

“Can we just kill this retard and get
out of here?” Spencer said.

“Are you nuts” Devon asked. ”If he has
some way to keep the Walkers from eating him, we need to figure out what it

Brown spoke up. “In principle, I agree,
but tend to also agree with Emily. Those Walkers are getting way too close and
that, whatever he is, will be shooting at us if we run. And if you don’t want
to kill him… this is going to get tricky.”

Devon spoke quickly. “We’re going to
need to capture, him, but when he’s surrounded by five hundred Walkers isn’t
the time.” He looked up at the glaring sun and then scanned the harsh desert.
“We aren’t too far from our ride, this guy’s a coward and a lousy shot. If he
wants to fire at us let’s make him work for it, but remember just hit the dead
heads and not the nut-job.”

They grinned over at him and then as
one, stood up and laid into the approaching Walkers. Gore flew and bodies
burst, but they were each trying for head shoots and several zombies fell and
rolled down the hill toward them.

“What’re you doing?” Haeds shouted.
“You’re killing them, you bastards!”

Haeds started to return fire, but Devon
said. “Concentrate on the jeep.”

Soon it was being peppered with gunfire
and Haeds was forced to take cover. They were pinning him down and wasting a
dozens of undead, but the others were almost upon them.

“Devon, we need to go,” Emily pleaded.

“No, wait for it.”

“Wait for what?” she cried.

“For them to get close enough for this.
Go!” he shouted and ducked low while he jogged toward their vehicle. The others
followed suit.

“I get it,” Spencer said with a grin.
“He can’t attack us or he might shoot one of his precious zombies, what a
stupid dumb-ass.” There was shouting from behind them. Chuckling, he continued,
“Maybe he just found out that I shot his tires.”

They reached the vehicle in one piece.

Devon addressed the others as the swarms
of Walkers continued to advance. “We need to head back to the ranch. I want
everyone in on our next move.”

“Do you have any idea what that’s going
to be?” Brown asked.

“That’s what we need to figure out. But
if there’s some way we replicate what makes him ignored by the undead, we could
save the planet!”


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