Alan Dale - Death Nation's Army 01 (15 page)

A few years later she was playing the heroine in an epic sequel to a George Romero film.

Sitting outside of the cell block at DNA Pontiac, in her patented gold and white representing her allegiance, on a relatively clear and cool day, she listened to the growls of the scrats in the distance. Then the movements on the other side of the electric perimeter became louder and she sighed as she witness two scrats move with their normal shambling speed toward the entrance. Within seconds, two pops of a sniper rifle could be heard from the courtyard tower, looking down and out of the prison ability and both scrats went down in a heap.

Seconds later she looked just a few degrees north and saw another shape moving, this one a bit more confident, more upright, even if there was a little drag in its movement. One could easily mistake it for misplaced DNA personnel but the growl and screech of a searching, hungry scrat changed that possible perception immediately. Again another pop of a rifle and the third scrat was put down.

Yet, in so many ways it had been so close to being potentially mistaken as one of us from a far.

What happens when they get too close?

It became more and more clear every day these indeed weren’t our parents’ zombies.

They moved slow here, faster there, and yes, even with that blank look on their faces, there belied a more determined, raw, intensity.

She and many like herself asked themselves if the NWO truly knew what they unleashed. Had they known its full growth capability?

Had they known where the cocktail’s place would end up on the evolutionary food chain?

Shuddering at the thought of what could still be in store for the world, Bridjett turned and walked back toward her room in the cell block.

It was at that moment when she realized this was far from over.

She then knew she had to do something she never believed she’d have to. But after what happened earlier that day, the look on her brother’s face…it became clear.

I need to talk to Shad.

Within minutes, Bridjett was back in her room and asleep before hitting the pillow.

For the first time in years she dreamt of better days between her and her brother, hoping of maybe more still potentially to come…

To be continued…