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Authors: Mike Fosen,Hollis Weller

Tags: #police, #dystopian, #law enforcement, #game of thrones, #cops, #zealot, #Zombies, #walking dead, #apocalypse

BOOK: Slow Burn: A Zombie Novel
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Stephen finished questioning the scouts and sent them off to grab a bite to eat.


Scouts say the way is mostly clear all the way out to the RV store,” he told me. “The roads are passable but will take some time to navigate through.”


Why don’t we send a team out with the front end loader to clear us a nice path?”

The sound of the huge tractor starting up right then made me grin.


Yeah, I thought the same thing,” Stephen replied. “The driver will clear a path just like we did on our generator run.”


Sounds good,” I decided. “Go grab the rest of the crew to go over the raid operational plans.”


I’m on it,” Stephen said and he jogged off.

A short time later Dan, Chris, Stephen and Mattie, along with a few others, gathered around as I sketched out the route we planned to take.


I have been told that the route we will use is mostly clear. For the tight spots we are going to use the loader to clear the way like a fullback. Those RVs are going to need plenty of room to maneuver. Once we get to the RV store, we need to clear out any zombies and set up a perimeter. After it is secured, we can start hooking trailers up to the trucks. Dan has been working on that and we have ten trucks ready to drag campers back here. As far as the security phase of our raid, I’ll hand over that portion of the briefing to Stephen.”


Thanks, Mike,” Stephen said. “We’ve got about two dozen people going with us, so it is our largest operation to date. Those assigned to me will help drive the trucks and assist hooking up the trailers, depending on the size of zombie contact we run into, that is. Everyone may become a shooter if it gets too hot. There are several motor homes on the lot there as well, and I’d like to grab them too. I really think this’ll take some time to accomplish, so we need to be on our toes and aware of our surroundings at all times. The people assigned to Chris and Dan will secure the road and main gate. The property is surrounded by an eight-foot chain link fence. Worst case scenario, we can close the gate and hole up short term. We’ll have radio contact with our group here and can call for reinforcements if need be. Mike, your buddy Frank will be monitoring the radio.”

Everyone nodded that they understood the plan.


Do any of you have questions regarding the mission?” he asked.

Mattie raised her hand. “We’ll be passing several pharmacies along the way; is there a chance we could stop and clean them out for medications? Also, I would like to dedicate a large camper for a field hospital. We’ve got a few women now who were nurses, and they could use the space to work out of, at least until we can get the prison infirmary cleaned out, sanitized and re-stocked.”


That’s an excellent idea, Mattie,” Stephen said and she beamed with the praise. “If everything goes well, we’ll see that it happens.

I began to roll up the map and stared at everyone. “Alright folks, let’s get this ball rolling, I want to be back before dark. Fall is here for sure, and it’s getting dark earlier, which gives us five or six hours once we get rolling.”

Making my way back to Dan’s bus, I threw the map inside along with my Bug out Bag. One could never plan on anything going as planned these days, and I didn’t want to be stuck somewhere without the proper gear. I checked to make sure I had my favorite weapons: my select fire Colt M4, Glock 17 handgun and for a more hands on approach, my beat up aluminum baseball bat and ballistic police shield. Dan had a box full of loaded rifle magazines next to his driver’s seat.

Finally, after all the drivers and other volunteers were loaded, we signaled to Casper, who opened the prison’s huge metal sliding doors. He had turned out to be a dedicated worker in charge of the main gate and had it down to a science. As we filed out of the prison with the huge John Deere leading the way, the gate closed behind us and we made our way to the downtown area with relative ease. Entering the business district of downtown, it appeared that Kettle and his men had been busy. The area he claimed had been fortified significantly. As we passed by their perimeter, their guards looked even more menacing. They didn’t respond to my friendly wave or Dan’s subsequent middle finger.


Hey boss, look there,” Dan remarked, pointing to his right.

Next to Kettle’s main gate area there were two corpses hanging by their necks from streetlights. Based on their mutilated condition, I couldn’t tell if they had been zombies or not.


Something tells me we’re going to have issues with that freak someday. More likely sooner than later.”

The sweet smell of Dan’s Cuban cigar filled the bus as we idled forward.


Never been the religious type, but something about that Kettle guy says that he is using the church in order to tell people what to do and get what he wants,” Dan remarked. “And the way he was staring at Mattie when we first met him was like a crackhead about to get his fix.”

I was just about to remind him that he also sometimes had that same look when looking at Mattie when a female volunteer that was riding with us squeezed past me.


Could you please put out your cigar?” she asked. “It’s a disgusting habit and giving me a headache.”


Absolutely!” Dan responded cheerfully. “But first show me your tits.”

The woman was shocked. “What did you just say?”


You want the cigar put out, I want to see some tits. Let’s deal,” Dan answered with a serious tone.

The woman was obviously not used to Dan’s blunt politically incorrect conversations and blushed a deep red.


Why I n-never!” she stammered.


Well you should try it,” Dan joked. “Looks like you have a nice rack hidden under there.”

As the mortified woman went back to her seat, I looked at him like that family member people didn’t like to admit they were related to.


Do you always have to be an asshole?” I asked laughing.

The bus abruptly stopped, and my head slammed into the windshield after Dan hit the brakes and then accelerated again.


That
was being an asshole,” he chuckled with his teeth clenched around his cigar. “All I wanted was to see some tits… I’m a harmless old man.”

* * * * * * * *

As the convoy rolled over the bridge, Kettle was sitting in his office at the church going over some numbers with a staff member.


How many guards do we now have on the walls?” Kettle asked his bookkeeper.


At the present time around thirty-five,” the man responded. “The men we found yesterday have not been deployed yet. We got them doing odd jobs to make sure they are trustworthy. A couple of them look promising, however.”


Very well,” Kettle mused. “There is much to do around this place. And how are we set on supplies?”


A little better,” the man replied after checking some numbers. “Our recent supply runs have been very effective. We’re a little low on alcohol, though.”


The devil’s brew,” Kettle stated with a scowl. “I seldom partake myself, but it certainly helps keep the men content.”

Kettle had other urges to deal with, and they were again occupying his thoughts.


I wish my brother was here,” Kettle complained. “He was always much better with numbers than I. He could deal with all of this mundane shit while I attended to more important matters.”


Yes, Father,” the man automatically agreed without much actual thought.

A knock at the door jarred Kettle from his daydream of his latest conquest. There had been so many cleansings of late, yet the woman Mattie still consumed him.


Enter,” Kettle commanded.

The guard entered and informed Kettle of the convoy from the prison that passed by to the south.


Are my men shadowing them?” Kettle asked.


Yes, Father,” the guard answered. “They reported in after the convoy passed.”


Very good!” Kettle said after some thought. “I want you to take some additional men and go set up a surprise of some sort for them on their return trip.”


Any ideas?” the guard asked.


Whatever you can come up with is fine,” Kettle stated forcefully. “Just be careful and be sure Mattie is taken unharmed. And don’t forget, this can’t come back on us!”


Yes, Father,” the man responded with a grin. “I shall see to it personally.”

39
September 27
Day 33

Once our caravan made it to Jefferson Street, the going was much easier since it was a four lane road. Within minutes we were nearing the halfway point of our journey, where the roads were clearing up, when I noticed up ahead a large group of zombies surrounding a two-story brick building. The top floor looked like it was an apartment; the bottom floor was a business. The sign on the building was named Curves. It was a weight loss place for women to go and feel good about themselves. The building had a pile of dead zombies damn near five feet deep around the first floor of the structure.


Looks like someone is holed up in the apartment up there,” I observed.

I radioed back to Stephen, who was riding at the rear of the convoy and filled him in on what I saw.


Looks to be well over a hundred zombies surrounding the building.”


You want to stop and help?” he asked.


I think so,” I replied, tapping Dan on the shoulder and signaling for him to pull over.


Lock and load, people,” I said, checking to make sure my own rifle was ready.

Our convoy slowed to a stop in the street, and we disembarked from the vehicles and began to engage the zombies just as we started to draw their attention.

The roar of two dozen firearms filled the air as we quickly decimated the zombies. This was the largest single group we had come across since the safe zone clusterfuck. It was not a good sign that they were starting to gather again. Once the zombies were cleared, Stephen led a team to check on survivors. Still in need of training, the teams awkwardly attended to their tasks. As our people were dragging some bullet riddled corpses away from the front door, it suddenly was kicked open from the inside. A tall, large framed individual dressed in brand new multi-cam digital camouflage appeared in the doorway. He was wearing a new Kevlar helmet with night vision goggles tilted back, elbow pads, knee pads, and brand new boots.


Holy fuck that was awesome!” the man yelled. “You guys have no idea how long we have been stuck inside here!”

Stephen was a little taken aback. “No problem. What’s your name?”

The man rolled his eyes like he’d just forgotten to zip his pants. “Oh, I dropped the ball brother. My name is James, James Logan. My friend here is…”

James looked behind him and didn’t see anyone.


What the fu…?” He leaned back into the doorway. “Hey, Kleaner, get the hell down here ASAP! You got to meet these guys!”

From inside, we heard footsteps running down some stairs, followed by someone loudly falling the rest of the way down. A loud crash signaled the end of the journey for whoever it was, concluding with several very good curse words. Stephen looked over at me and arched an eyebrow. I just shrugged back to him. A stocky, disheveled looking man practically fell out the door. He was dressed exactly like Logan.

Logan grabbed the man around the shoulders with his left arm.


Everyone, this is Jeff Kleaner,” Logan announced proudly.

Logan explained that they had been cooped for the past couple of weeks and even though they had killed many of the zombies that had surrounded their place, more and more would show up. They had plenty of MREs, however, and hadn’t been too worried about starvation just yet. Along with a huge stockpile of ammunition for their high-end Bushmaster ACR rifles, they could snipe them as long as they wished.


We could’ve left, I guess, but didn’t know where to go. We heard a monstrous explosion a while ago and could see from our roof that it came from the high school safe zone set up by the powers that be,” Logan said. “Looks like someone there pissed off the Air Force!”

Kleaner chimed in for the first time. “If you guys need two more high speed trigger men, we’d be happy to join you folks. I’m getting tired of listening to my buddy snore every night. When we had electricity, I could drown him out with the TV!”

Stephen nodded. “We’d love the help and are on the way to go get supplies. We can stop by on the way back. That’ll give you guys plenty of time to get your shit together. By the way, you guys look familiar. What did you do before this shit storm?”


We worked security at the shopping mall,” Logan told them. “Kind of a big deal, ya know? We got all kinds of training in security and such.”

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