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shot.
                Blood exploded out of the back of the zombie's head.  He dropped like a rock.  So I took aim at the next, and blew his brains out.  The man killed the third, before looking back and up toward me.  I noticed it was Sean.  I recognized one of the other men as Bill Connor, a successful small business owner in Atlanta.
                More zombies came into view, rushing up the road.  The men below started shooting.  They were pretty good shots, too.  Zombies started dropping.  It was hard to not think of them as poor people, infected by a terrible virus that turned them into homicidal maniacs.
                "They aren't human anymore," I whispered, needing to hear it if I was going to continue.
                I took a deep breath, and then started shooting again.  I missed a few.  They had a bad habit of bobbing their heads when moving quickly, and their movements were frequently rather jerky.  I discovered shooting them in the heart did kill them, but if I missed the heart or head the zombies didn't even slow down.
                Scary shit.
                When the zombies stopped coming, I stood up and waited for the three men to join me.
                "How many were there?" I asked Sean.
                "About thirty, I think," he said.  "You're Jenny Gilley?  Roger's wife?"
                "Yes."
                "Is Roger okay?  Is he here?"
                "Roger is on the way.  I just spoke to him a few minutes ago," I said, afraid to admit how far away my husband was from home.  Afraid one of those men might go barbarian and claim me as his own.  "I brought the boys up, and he's meeting us here."  To change the subject, "How many families are up here?"
                "Not sure," Sean said, looking weary.  He looked back downhill.  "We need to gather everyone together and come up with a defense plan."  He looked me, then Bill, and finally the other guy dead in the eyes.  "Those infected are going to keep coming.  If we don't organize, and fast, we're all dead meat."
     

 
     
     
     
    Chapter 5
     
                I sat on a cot, inside a GP Medium, outside of Salt Lake City.  There was a green wool blanket folded at the foot of the cot.  Nothing else.  I only had the clothes on my back and my phone.  I'd even forget my wallet back at the hotel.
                "What a day," I whispered.
                I was exhausted, physically and mentally.  On the trip from Washington, between calls to Jenny, I'd learned the current situation.  The US was in dire straits.  All of the states east of the Rockies were considered contaminated by the weapons of mass destruction.  Bio-agents were released in every state.  It looked like the first volley of ICBMs were aimed at the western side of the country, but were all intercepted by the missile defenses.  Unfortunately, there was either a system failure or we shot our complete load.  No one knew for sure.  That failure let the next volley hit the eastern half of the country.
                News reports on our phones showed that India and Pakistan were exchanging nukes.  So were the Russians and the Chinese.  Just about every nuclear power launched at someone.  Really, the Russians and Chinese were shooting at any and everyone.  The president had managed, so far, to keep them from shooting nukes at us.
                Zombies were running amok throughout Europe, the Middle East, and Asia.  There weren't any reports of zombies in South America or Africa.  Maybe they were spared.  Maybe there wasn't anyone left to report their apocalypses.
                Word was the US concentrated its nuclear response to the Middle East, taking out every city from Syria to Iran.  Everyone on the jet was stunned to silence for the entire trip.  We just stared incredulously at our