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“And they may die,” Travis said in an agonized voice.

“Travis, what you need to understand is that people will make choices for themselves. And sometimes, the right choice, the good choice, will lead to their death.”

The truth of this statement startled him. “Who will die?”

Lydia tilted her head and looked at Katie for a long tender moment. “She will need you.”

“Who will die, Lydia?”

“I can’t tell you.”

“Tell me! I don’t care if you are a dream.”

Lydia hesitated. “The future isn’t set yet. It is constantly changing, evolving based on what people choose.”

“But you know something. Who is going to die?”

Lydia sighed, then said, “Not Juan.”

“Not Juan?”

“No, he is going to be all right. The operation was a success,” Lydia said softly, then suddenly she was gone and Charlotte was standing over him.

“Did you hear me, Travis? Juan is going to be all right. We got the bullet and he is stable. I think he will be all right.” Charlotte repeated. Katie sat up groggily and when she heard Charlotte’s words, she leaped up and hugged her tightly. “Thank you, Charlotte! You saved him!”

“Oh, thank God!” Rosie wailed.

Then everyone was crying and hugging each other.

Travis felt relieved, but strangely disconnected from all around him. His dream still felt tangible and, despite himself, he looked around for Lydia. Katie threw her arms around him, kissing his cheek. “Love you.”

“Love you,” he answered, his gaze still sweeping over the lobby.

“You look a little strange,” Katie decided.

“I had a weird dream.”

“Yeah, me, too. I dreamed you and Lydia were talking while I slept,” Katie said with a little shrug. “Strange, huh?”

3. A New America

Kevin walked briskly along the walkway leading to the mall’s offices. The Major General had sent for him and he had an ominous feeling about this meeting. Down below, he could see people moving about, talking in groups, or moving to their assigned duties. Already he could see one group of people washing the glass of the window displays. In an effort to keep people from going stir crazy, all sorts of ridiculous chores had been thought up for the populace. The fear and stagnation in the mall was terrible. He felt it pushing on him everyday.

Sliding his hand over the stubble on the top of his head, he tried to focus himself the best he could. He could see the Senator’s entourage on their way across the bridge from Foley’s and knew this meeting was not going to be one bit pleasant.

Kevin knew that he would have to keep his tongue in check. It was hard to do with the increasingly inflammatory comments being made by those in power. It was obvious to him that the people in Central had no compassion to those outside their walls. What had once been the American populace were now merely commodities to be divvied up into neat little categories.

A group of short, dark skinned men were being herded toward the outside doors as he drew near the offices. He hesitated as he watched the indigenous men group tightly together, obviously afraid. For some obscene reason, the migrant workers were forced to work on the mall’s landscaping. Supposedly, it was to keep them busy, but no other people in the mall were forced to go outside and endure the blood curdling moans of the undead.

Frowning, he turned and moved down the short hall that would deliver him into the Major General’s office. The men on guard gave him sharp salutes and opened the door for him. Walking in, he felt everyone’s eyes on him. He had originally been the senior officer in charge of the mall until the Senator had shown up with the Major General. They were constantly suspicious of him and he did his best to make them feel he was a faithful drone.

“Kevin, thank you for joining us,” the Senator said with a brilliant smile. She was heavily made up as usual with her blond hair forming a big bubble around her head.

“Senator,” he said in a soft voice.

“Sit down and let’s begin,” the Major General said.

Kevin sat down and looked down at the stapled sheets of paper before him. He flipped through it and saw a heading that read “Distribution of Human Assets.”

“I spoke with Central last night,” the Senator began, her grin wide. “And they were very excited about the photos of the fort I sent them. And what is truly wonderful is that they have accepted my proposal to relocate the populace of the Madison Mall Rescue Center to our newly named Fort Bowie Work Center.”

Kevin blinked blandly and glanced around the table. The Major General looked impressed. Bruce Kiel was scribbling on the proposal in front of him. The Senator’s eagle-eyed, sharp tongued, cunning campaign manager, Raleigh Tullos looked smug.

“So they don’t expect us to maintain the mall anymore?” the Major General asked.

Kevin realized in that moment how much of a puppet his commanding officer was.

“Exactly. Upon further examination of the photos I realized the hotel in the shots is the same hotel my sister and her husband were financing for restoration. It is a luxurious hotel that harkens back to the beginning of the last century. There is plenty of room for us to settle in there. We can secure the Governor’s Suite immediately and use all its resources to provide us a safe and civilized home,” the Senator said with relish.

“What of the people living in the hotel?” Kevin asked.

The Senator looked toward him with her shrewd blue eyes. Her smile remained plastered on her face. “They have obviously cleared other buildings. If we bring the cots from the mall with us, there will be sufficient room for the working force.”

“Working force?”

“Why, yes,” Raleigh said smoothly. “The Senator pointed out to the President that it is time for the people of America to return to their values. Hard work has always been a part of that. Together we must build a new America. This fort is near cattle ranches and farms. Using the military as guards, we will help the people start building a new world.”

“We can begin supplying Central with fresh meat and vegetables in a matter of months,” the Senator said with a wink.

Bruce Kiel was making notes on the proposal. “And what is this estimated birth rate gibberish?”

The Senator’s fake warm smile was frozen on her face as she shuffled her papers. “We must begin to breed if we expect to survive.”

“Isn’t it the American way to have babies when you want them?” Bruce Kiel looked up, his expression quite dour.

The Senator laughed a little and Raleigh leaned past her to speak. “We are in a new world, Mr. Kiel. If we intend to survive the undead uprising, then we must have a future generation ready and willing to assist us.”

Kevin flipped through the proposal as fast as he could, scanning it. He found the estimated birth rate data as well as the breakdown of ages among the surviving women in the mall. Women over forty-five were to be part of the regular workforce, since they were not considered optimal breeding age. Women thirty-five to forty-four would be given a six month window to become pregnant, or they, too, would be sent out into the fields. Women, married or single, were expected to produce one child per year. Scanning further he was horrified to see what looked like a formula that estimated an acceptable loss of life to productivity ratio.

“You’re talking about these people as if they are cattle,” Bruce said in a low voice.

Again, the Senator laughed, flashing her beautiful smile. “Bruce, please. I’m being realistic. We all must be realistic. The days of freedom of choice are over. The people must look to us to guide them or we are doomed.”

“How do we intend to convince the people living in the fort to turn it over to us?” Kevin looked up from the data. He felt sick to his stomach.

“They are Americans. They will do what their President asks them,” the Senator answered. “Besides, there is no clear indication of resistance from them. They are calling us every hour asking for the return of their people and have not uttered one threat.”

“That is true,” Raleigh agreed. “They may initially resist, but when they see our overwhelming firepower, they will concede.”

The Major General cleared his throat and shook his head. “We may have more resistance than you anticipate. Bill from the fort said-”

“Bill from the fort is one man. We must speak with the leaders. The leaders will see that it is in their best interests to turn over the fort,” the Senator said smoothly.

Kevin sighed and rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “When are you going to start negotiations with them to turn over control of the fort?”

“We’re going to let them wait just a bit longer,” the Senator answered.

“They need to see we are the ones in power.”

“You do realize that evacuating this mall will be dangerous and the loss of life may be high,” Kevin said.

“I saw the evacuation plan. The charges go off, the barricade comes down and as the zombies flee the fire as many vehicles as possible break their ranks,” Raleigh responded.

“Also in that evacuation plan it is stated that those in the last vehicles are at risk of being overwhelmed by the undead hordes as the fires die out and the zombies close ranks again,” Kevin said.

“They have that in here,” Bruce said softly. “The elderly and sick fill the last vehicles.”

“The expendable population,” the Senator explained. “We have to protect the healthy and the young.”

Kevin nodded, then said, “I see.”

“This fort is more of a godsend than we originally realized. Instead of maintaining the mall and the fort, we can merely take over the fort,” the Senator said with a grin. “It will be a civilized environment that we can nurture and grow into something the President will be proud of.”

Kevin nodded again. “Very well. When do I leave to negotiate?”

The Senator leaned across the table toward him. “I knew you would understand. Contact them in the morning. Make arrangements to see them tomorrow afternoon.”

“Excellent, excellent,” the Major General said.

Kevin forced himself to keep his expression as neutral as possible. Bruce Kiel muttered “Fuck this,” stood up and left.

“He may be a problem,” Raleigh sighed.

“I’ll deal with him,” the Senator said. “We’re old friends.”

“He’ll come around,” the Major General said firmly. “They all will. It’s a new age. A new America.”

Kevin looked at the proposal, flipping slowly through it. Land of the Free seemed not included in this new America.

He had no choice. He would do what needed to be done to protect the American people.

1. The Return of the Living Dead and More

The morning was quite cold with a thick mist covering the ground. The fort was completely enshrouded in fog and the fading darkness of the new day.

“Hate it when it’s like this,” Katarina muttered as she stood watch on the wall.

“Should clear up once the sun is fully out,” Linda, her partner on the watch, answered her.

“Just makes me nervous,” Katarina sighed.

“...if it was really her, then it means she’s not trapped in a rotting corpse out there...” Katie’s voice trailed out of the mist.

Katarina felt the floor beneath her quiver as the joggers approached. The extensive catwalk that had been built around the interior of the walled in fort was finally finished.

Katie and Travis emerged from the mist, huffing and puffing, jogging at an even stride.

“I don’t know if I believe in ghosts,” Travis answered his wife. Everyone nodded a hello to one another as the joggers shot by.

“Look, we live in a zombie infested world...I think that ghosts are not that far a stretch anymore...” Katie answered then they were gone. Katarina returned her gaze out over the mist. She couldn’t see into the street and field beyond the hotel. It was so very thick. She wasn’t sure what Katie and Travis were talking about, but on a morning like this she didn’t want to think about zombies and ghosts. She had a rough enough time dealing with her mother’s ghost glowering at her at the worst times. Already, her skin was pricking and she didn’t dare look behind her.

“This is the kinda thing that goes down in horror movies right before the monsters show up,” Katarina muttered and lit up a cigarette. Linda laughed. “Oh, c’mon, you’re not going to get all spooked out by some mist?”

Katarina gave Linda her coldest eye and she laughed in response.

“Zombies exist. I think we have the major spook factor covered, huh?”

The Christmas lights blinked on and off, tiny halos of red and green light illuminating the mist.

“Something isn’t right. I feel it,” Katarina finally answered. Linda glanced into the mist. “Yeah, I feel it now, too.”

Almost as if on cue, the mist parted and at least a dozen zombies staggered into view. Decayed and gruesome, they reached toward the fort wall with low, rumbling moans.

Once again, Katarina was grateful for the wall. “Not too bad a group.”

“Bullets or spears?”

“Save the ammo,” Katarina decided.

They both grabbed their long spears that were screwed into extensions to ensure their reach. Katarina braced herself against the railing and slid her spear into position.

The first group of zombies looked up and froze at the sight of the lights. They stared with wide glazed eyes, their mouths gaping open as they reached upwards toward the lights. Some of the zombies behind them seemed to be more aggressive and shoved past the ones staring and began to beat against the wall.

Katarina took a breath, ignoring the stench, and began to aim, shoving the spear downwards as hard she could. She killed three of the creatures before a fourth managed to grab the spear. Releasing it instantly, she didn’t fight the creature for it.

Whirling about, she reached for another one.

“Katarina, they’re pulling back!”

Leaning over the rail, she could see most of the zombies turning slowly back into the mist leaving only three behind staring at the Christmas lights

Katarina stared in shock, blinking, then whispered, “Someone is alive down there. That is the only thing that would make them back off.”