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“Hey, Rosie,” Calhoun’s voice called from the doorway. He looked mummy with his head heavily bandaged.

“What is it, Ernest,” Rosie answered.

“Your Mama is out in the lobby. And, that old Amazon hit me with her cane.”

Rosie looked up startled. “What?”

“Your Mama, Guadalupe, hit me with her derned cane,” Calhoun repeated and began to saunter not too casually toward the biscuits. Waving metal tongs at him, her expression was one of disbelief. “My Mama can’t be alive. She went to the hospital for a checkup on the first day. Hospitals were death traps”

“Well, she’s alive,” Calhoun answered, trying to make a dive for the biscuits.

Rosie smacked him, and he grunted as he managed to snag one. She hesitated, then handed the tongs to one of her helpers. “Don’t let him get another one.”

Calhoun shoved the entire biscuit in his mouth and grinned at her as he dove for another.

Rushing into the hallway, she made her way through the growing throng of very smelly people to the lobby. The thought of her nearly hundred year old mother being alive was too much of a long shot to even hope for, but when she entered the lobby, she saw the hunched up old woman sitting in a wheelchair banging on the check in counter.

“I want a room with a view with no zombies!”

Rosie never made it to her mother. She passed out.

Guadalupe turned around as people cried out, surprised to see her daughter slumped in the arms of several people. “Dios mio! My baby is alive!” Motioning to the gangly teenager who was pushing her around, she began to cry.

When Rosie woke up, her mother was patting her face with a gnarled hand. “Mama!”

“Just tell me one thing,” her mother said. “Is Juan alive?”

“Yes, Mama, yes!”

The old woman grinned as she fell back in her wheelchair and clutched her hands to her chest. “Thank you, Jesus, Mary and Joseph!”

Rosie wrapped her arms around her mother and together they wept with relief.

* * * * *

The dining room had never been so full. People were crowded in, eating feverishly, some laughing, some still crying, but the food was good. The Reverend blessed the meal and some people wept at his words. It was a hard morning. So much death and so much sadness. The mother of a girl named Kimberly sat in silence staring at her food as she remembered her brave daughter kissing her goodbye before taking her own life on the side of the road. Next to her, the only member left of her family, her youngest son, began to eat with relish. Looking up, the mother saw faces both new and old and with sadness in her heart, she began to try to eat. Kimberly would have wanted her to eat and go on. Bette sat with some of the survivors and a few fort residents. She ate the biscuit on her plate slowly, picking off pieces, relishing the flavor. Across from her, a pretty Hispanic girl kept giving her furtive glances. Finally, Bette put out her hand and said, “Bette.”

The younger woman looked up at her, smiling shyly. “My name is Linda.”

There was something startling and intense in the other woman’s gaze. Nervously, Bette continued to eat, but the heaviness inside felt a little lighter every time she caught the other woman looking at her. Three little kids sat in silence, eating their food hungrily, at a table of strangers none of them knew. Occasionally, one of them would point at something in the room and they would all whisper together. No one really noticed the little ones; they were so quiet. But if they had listened, they would have realized the children were looking at the leftover Christmas decorations that no one had felt like climbing a ladder to get down. Bill and Katarina ate together, holding hands under the table, giving each other furtive looks. Despite the pain they felt around them, they were in their own little bubble of happiness. Bill was home and they were together. What exactly that meant, they weren’t sure yet. But it felt good and it felt right.

Kevin and Nerit sat down together and ate in silence. As the dinner continued and people began to relax and laughter could be heard breaking out. Tears came to Kevin’s eyes. Overwhelmed, he put down his fork and began to cry. His wide shoulders shuddered as he openly wept. All he had worked so hard to accomplish had failed in the end. So many had died. And yet, some still lived. They were safe, so perhaps he had not entirely failed. He wept because his soul was tired and he felt crushed by the remains of the burden that was no longer his.

Nerit reached out and touched his shoulder. Then another man reached out and touched him. Slowly, people began to move around his table, reaching out to him, touching him, whispers of “Thank you”“You did well”“Good job” filled his ears. He looked up to see people smiling at him and he stood up on shaky legs.

“I wish I had done more. I wish everyone had made it. I’m so sorry,” he whispered.

Someone took his hand and hugged him, then another person and another. Soon, he was being pulled and guided gently through the room, people embracing him, kissing his cheek, thanking him, crying with him. In the end, Nerit was there, her hand held out to him. He took it and she helped him from the room. She took him to her room and he lay down on her bed that smelled of lavender and sage.

“Sleep,” she told him.

He covered his face, feeling like a child.

“Your job is done. Now you can sleep,” she repeated.

Nodding, he closed his eyes and he felt her cool fingers rest on his forehead. He was certain he would never be able to sleep. But he did. He did not wake up for two days.

* * * * *

Katie slipped into Juan’s room and found his mother and Guadalupe in the room with him. A strangely familiar teenager sat in a chair looking bored.

“Katie,” Juan said emotionally. He reached out to her and she took his hand quickly. She let herself be drawn down into a tight hug. Juan’s scraggly beard scratched her cheek when he kissed it.

“Juan, I came as soon as I could,” she said as she sat next to him.

“I know. I know. Have you met my grandma yet?”

Katie smiled at Guadalupe and reached out to the older woman. “We met.”

Guadalupe returned her smile. “We hung out at the mall together, right chica?”

“We certainly did,” Katie answered, and looked back at Juan. She could feel tears threatening her already. “Juan, about Jenni…”

“I already know,” Juan said quickly.

“Who…”

“Jenni. She came to me,” Juan answered.

Rosie dabbed at her eyes. “He told me about his dream, but I thought maybe it was just a nightmare, but now…”

“She came to you in a dream?” Katie blinked.

“I don’t think it was a dream. I saw her. I felt her. She was wet and her hand was hurt. At first I thought she was just home, but then I realized…”

Juan faltered and his voice grew hoarse as he continued. “I realized she was telling me goodbye.”

Fresh tears filled Katie’s eyes as she clung to Juan’s hand. “She fell into water. But away from where they could get to her. They didn’t touch her. And she’s not one of them.”

Juan sighed with relief and covered his eyes, trying to compose himself.

“Did you, Katie? You..you…did..it?”

Katie nodded. “I did.”

Juan drew her down into a tight hug again. “Thank you, Katie…thank you…”

* * * * *

“I dreamed of my Mom,” Jason whispered to Travis in a slurred voice. Startled, Travis looked up to see the boy had opened his eyes. Considering how strong the sedative was that Charlotte gave him, Travis was surprised to see Jason was awake. Next to him, on the bed, Jack continued to sleep, his tail wagging slightly.

“I saw my Mom. She’s okay,” Jason whispered in a hoarse voice. “She’s okay.” The boys eyes slowly closed and he was asleep.

Next to him, Jack let out a contented sigh.

Travis looked cautiously around the room. He felt foolish, but whispered softly, “Hey, Jenni. Don’t go too far. We still need you.”

If the ghost was truly in the room, he wasn’t sure, but Travis felt better saying the words. He sat back in his chair, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes.

“Stay close, Jenni. Stay close.”

* * * * *

Peggy finished checking in another survivor from the mall and rubbed her eyes. The line was getting shorter and people were getting settled. Soon she would be able to relax and eat the dinner that was cooling on the table behind her.

Looking up, she didn’t see anyone in front of the check-in counter, but the people that appeared next in line were staring with blank looks on their faces.

“Next,” she said again.

No one moved forward.

Then a small hand reached up over the counter and waved. Peering over the counter, Peggy saw three kids looking up at her. “Oh, there you are. But where are your Mommy and Daddy.”

“They got eated up,” the oldest girl said.

The two younger kids nodded solemnly in agreement.

Peggy didn’t know what to say.

“We need a room,” the oldest girl continued.

“Well, we can’t just put you in a room by yourself,” Peggy answered.

“Do we have to go outside with the zombies?” The little girl looked terrified.

“Oh, no no. I meant…well, come around the desk. You need to have a room with an adult taking care of you.”

Obediently, the children came around the desk and stared at her. Feeling flustered, Peggy gazed at the little darlings pondering what to do with them. It was too late in the day to try to find someone else. They’d have to stay with her.

“Okay, well, you can stay with me and my little boy. I’m sure he will enjoy the company.”

The three kids kept staring at her with their shell-shocked expressions. Finally, the oldest girl said. “Is Christmas in your house?”

* * * * *

Katie stood up and slowly stretched. Juan was finally asleep and Rosie was snoring in her chair. Looking over at Guadalupe, she saw that the old woman was still praying the rosary. The teenage boy was looking at a magazine. Katie blinked, then leaned toward him slowly, studying his face.

The boy slowly looked up at her. “What do you want?”

“Who are you?”

The boy blinked. “Uh….why?”

Katie suddenly recognized him and gasped. “Oh, my God. You are that kid from the convenience store that we kept telling about the zombies and you wouldn’t believe us!”

The boy hunched his shoulders, then said, “Yeah, so what?’

“What are you doing with Guadalupe?”

“He’s a good boy,” Guadalupe assured Katie. “He came with the soldiers to the rescue center and he always pushes my chair around.”

Katie shook her head in amazement. “Oh, my God! The last time I saw him he was running from the zombies.”

“I run fast. I got away. The soldiers picked me up and Guadalupe is like my grandma now. She’s pretty cool.” The boy shrugged his shoulders again.

Katie was in shock, but it was a pleasant one. “Well, I’m glad that you’ve been helping her.”

With a slight laugh, she walked to the door and looked back at the boy again. Somehow, seeing him alive made her feel better. The world wasn’t completely filled with death and it was a small comfort she would embrace.

* * * * *

Curtis stretched his legs and moved out of the communication center to see Linda walking down the hall.

“Hey, Linda,” he said with a sheepish grin.

“Hey, Curtis,” she answered with a smile.

“I hear that disco night is still on for Friday. We still going together?”

Curtis asked.

Linda chewed her bottom lip. “Yeah, I think so.”

She looked hesitant and it made Curtis nervous. They had been fooling around for a few weeks, but she always seemed a little elusive whenever he tried to get her to commit to anything.

“Okay, well we can dance and stuff,” he said.

“Yeah. That will be fun.”

The blond soldier named Bette moved down the hall toward them. Curtis had been told by Nerit that Bette would be coming to update the communication center so they could start monitoring official channels as well. She was very pretty with her short hair and large blue-green eyes.

“Hi,” Bette said when she saw both of them.

Linda turned and gave Bette a wide grin. “Hi again.”

“I’m supposed to help a Curtis,” Bette said slowly.

“That’s me,” Curtis said, drawing himself up and trying to look official.

“Great. Then I’m in the right place.”

Curtis’ eyes narrowed as the two women looked at each other in a way he wasn’t sure how to take. They seemed to share a secret, but he knew that was impossible. They couldn’t have but just met.

“See you around,” Linda said, and Curtis wasn’t sure who she meant.

“See you,” Curtis said quickly.

Bette just smiled at Linda, then turned to him. “Let’s get started.”

* * * * *

As Calhoun danced alone under the stars hours later, the fort slumbered. The old man danced a wild jig of glee as he ignored the throbbing of his head and the pain in his side. He was jubilant and he was celebrating. The Amazon Bitch Queen had been dethroned and the fort still stood. It was a night to rejoice.

And so he danced….

1. 1-35

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 That’s a helluva lot of zombies,” Raleigh said in an oddly terrified yet awed voice.

Beside him, the Senator frowned she set her hands on her hips. Beyond the copse of trees, that they were hiding within, was a dry and scrubby swathe of field that led down to the strangled interstate below. Vehicles of every size and description formed a tangled necklace of battered metal and glass. Standing among the ruins were thousands of softly moaning zombies. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that the fleeing traffic of nearly every city and town along I-35 had become a buffet of fresh meat for the newly risen dead in the first days. The large silent National Guard truck beside them was a small consolation facing such danger.

I-35 cut across Texas dividing the East from the West. It connected major and minor Texas cities together like a chain from Laredo through San Antonio, Austin, and Waco, before branching off to Fort Worth and Dallas and then continuing on up into Oklahoma. If they wanted to get to East Texas, they were going to have to find a way over the massive thoroughfare that was clogged mile after mile after mile.