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massive packs. Many simply stopped walking and watched the helicopters go by. Some turned around in useless pursuit. A dairy farm had been overrun, and thousands of Fiends gorged themselves on hundreds of defenseless cattle. One corral was nothing but a sea of moving gore as the infected crawled through blood and guts, coating themselves in the ghastly mixture.
      Susan turned away and gagged reflexively. “God help us.”
      “I thought God was off the table for you Susan,” said Decker with a sarcastic tone.
      Susan’s eyelids became hooded as she turned to Decker. “Let’s not, shall we, Rick? Your charm is more than enough at the office. We don’t need to fill the skies with it too.”
      The gunner, Casper Rodriguez, Ghost to his fellow Rangers, turned to both of them. “You better hope that God isn’t off the table.” The soldier had been thinking about God a lot lately. His entire family had holed up at their ranch in Colorado. The big house on two thousand acres had been his ancestral home for ten generations, before the US Cavalry, before Lewis and Clark, before Colorado was Colorado. Seeing the slaughter below made his stomach tighten with the thought of his familia’s horrible end. With the exception of himself and his brother, who was serving with the Marines in Afghanistan, the whole clan Rodriguez: grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, nieces, nephews, brothers and sisters had chosen to make a stand at the ranch. It was naturally fortified at a bend in a river with a cliff behind and the water to the front. The open areas that were left were natural kill zones where an attacker was ultimately forced into one narrow choice. The Rodriguez Ranch had withstood many an assault from Native Americans until it was finally accepted as a part of the landscape in the early Eighteen-Hundreds. Fires and flood had been nothing to them. Their beef cattle had become world famous for its quality and the cache´ of its ancient Western roots. The Fiends had overwhelmed the Rodriguez’ in a matter of hours. Casper’s father had called via satellite phone to say good-bye. He could hear the last of the gunfire and the screaming in the background. They were about to be overrun. There were no more bullets. Casper, all the way up in Canada, was filled with more helplessness and rage than he thought he could feel. His mother got on the phone weeping and told him to pray, “Pray every day for our souls, son. Pray that we do not become like them. Pray, pray, pray.” Casper promised through tears and gritted teeth. He told his mother how much he loved her, and then a loud crashing sound came through his phone’s speaker. His mother screamed in horror and he held the phone away from him. He still heard the children’s screams in his dreams. He told himself that God didn’t have anything to do with this, that this was the Devil’s work.  
      Though Ghost was on a scientific mission to save humanity, science didn’t enter his mind for a minute. When it came to the devils below, this wasn’t science, this was the Book of Revelation. Satan was rising.
      Corporal Beau Preston, who was sitting next to Aaron Burnbaum asked, “So why a chicken farm in Florida?”
      Aaron turned to the beefy Corporal without looking him in the eye. These people naturally intimidated the researcher and he found himself wishing he could just sleep or look through the notes on his laptop. Instead, he spoke up, offering his lecture tone as a buffer. “We have posited that the original bacterium, which caused the FND-z pandemic, was created, probably inadvertently, at a chicken farm.”
      “Yeah? So why a chicken farm?” Aaron tried to smile through lips bent with conceit, and Preston followed up. “I’d like to know why we stopped our re-invasion training and are instead risking our asses to fly all the way to Florida to hunt chickens.”
      Aaron looked at the man’s eyes for the first time and saw deep intelligence and a look of