Even Zombie Killers Can Die (14 page)

Epilogue

“Lost Boys,
Lost Boys, this is Liberty Main, Over.”

I sat up in bed. The radio sparked to life again.
“Task Force Liberty Main calling Lost Boys, Over.”

I glanced at my watch, 02:36 in the morning
. I reached out and turned the radio off. Then I rolled over and put my arm around Brit, where she lay cuddled up with our month old son, little Nate.

“What was it, Nick?”
she asked, drowsily.

“Nothing, Brit.
Somebody else’s problem now. Go back to sleep. We have fields to plow tomorrow, and corn to plant.” She muttered a sleepy “OK” and pulled the baby closer to her. He squirmed a bit but stayed asleep.

Somewhere, far off in the distance, on the other side of the river, a zombie howled, faint in the wind.

The End