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sunglasses and gave it a good look. The man slapped him on the shoulder; a broad smile was on his face as he gave a thumbs up to the men behind him. The soldiers in camouflage returned the signal.
    The man yelled back in his ear saying, “Guess what Nate?”
    “ What!”
    “ You’re a hero!”
    “ I am?” he yelled, feeling confused. “Why?” He read the man’s name tag. Dotson.
    “ Son,” the officer grasped his shoulders tight, “you sent the tweet that saved the world!”
    “ I did?”
    The officer nodded and began looking around. “Say, where’s that zombie?”
    “ What?”
    “ The zombie!”
    “ Inside there,” he pointed back towards the sheriff’s office. General Dotson pointed to his men. Two soldiers with M-16’s, followed by a smaller man in black, with a moustache, dark glasses and a shotgun headed inside. Nate shook his head. Something was going on.
    “ Hey — what are they doing?’
    The general pulled at his arm, ordering him, “Stay here son!”
    Nate jerked his arm away and ran back toward the building. Jeanine! Every step felt like a nail was being driven in his leg as he ran inside. He rounded into the hallway and faced a rifle barrel lowered into his chest. He kept going. Jeanine’s face was pressed to the bars. The wiry man in black had the shotgun pointed in her face.
    “ NOOOO!” Nate screamed.
    KA-BOOM!
    He watched as her body fell lifeless onto the cell floor. He sunk to his knees gawping. Two hard-faced soldiers grabbed him under his arms and dragged him back outside. He couldn’t feel a thing. The wiry man with the shotgun lit up a cigarette as he walked by.
    Nate said, “Th-that was my girlfriend.” He could see his reflection in the man’s dark glasses. He could make out two beady eyes as well.
    The man leered at him, and with a deep southern accent said, “ Was, is the key word son.”

 
    CHAPTER 7
     
     
    The road winded upward, across a picturesque landscape of turning leaves and tall pines. The morning dew and lifting fog coated the grassy grounds along the way. The minivan with balding tires accelerated, screeching up the hill. The radio commercials droned on between breaks of blathering talk radio hosts. It was another big day, the annual celebration of the day Nate McDaniel saved the world.
    The van screeched, almost to a halt as a small buck stood in full view, leaping away from the honk.
    “ Stupid deer,” the driver muttered as he stepped down on the gas. He hated this road. It was a long unkempt disaster filled with pot holes and mud. He could never keep the van clean, even during the dry summers. Why should he care? It was a company car. He did bring his cherry red muscle machine up once, his first day, and busted a rim. He hated the dreadful hill ever since.
    Mile after mile, he suffered the gushing praise about Nate McDaniel, the man who saved the world. With Fountain Dew or whatever. He roomed with Nate in college, even pledged in the same fraternity. They had good times and a few bad. He squeezed the wheel. His roommate never cracked a book or went to class. Nate was bright, lucky and lazy. He always hated that about Nate, the ne’er-do-well. There was something else he didn’t like either. Nate was a notorious liar who led a charmed life.
    Here it comes, here it comes! A smooth spot of black top flattened up ahead, with several humps rising on the road. He jammed on the gas.
    “ Yah-hooooo!” he cheered as the muffler dragged sparks over the exhilarating humps clanking the cargo in the back. It gave him a rush. He braked hard, entering a hairpin turn, and shot back up the hill, straddling a snapping turtle in the road. The next one won’t be so lucky. Something on the radio caught his ear.
    “ Up next hour, Nate McDaniel will be joining us, celebrating the 6 th year anniversary of him saving the world,” the speakers blared.
    He switched it off, shaking his head. That son-of-a-bitch couldn’t save a cat from a tree with a ladder and a