Zombologist Book 1 Zombie Hunters (Zomboligist Series) (19 page)

There were reports of riots and mass hysteria causing major
wrecks and complete chaos. Several cities and towns were reporting people
ransacking gun and grocery stores, looting was becoming widespread. Supplies
were quickly dwindling. The news media was having a field day, all of this chaos
in one day. They were absolutely salivating over it.

As Jana listened, the news was suddenly cut off and she
heard Paula’s voice take over the air way. She knew that this recorded broad
cast would play on every cell phone, loud speaker, T.V. radio station and
scanner in the entire nation. It would hit every speaker in every public
location in the country: bus stations, restaurants, movie theaters, gas
stations, malls and hospitals before the news was able to resume again. Ah the
power of technology.  

****

Nevada

This is it.

In Douglas Arizona, Brian Ketchler has been listening
closely to
the society’s
broadcasts and watching the news from the east
coast. He watched a video online in horror as a Zombie tore the intestines from
a young woman in a basement of a hospital.

The east coast looked like it was quickly spiraling out of
control. The end has begun.

Ketchler has been waiting for this nearly every day for the
past 5 years. He has his team of dead ready to go. The vultures have been
destroying his country for decades now and Ketchler has had enough! First
communists’ and socialist and now those muslim loving crazy crackers refusing to
enforce security of the border to those Muslim Brotherhood backed Jihadist.

These are the worst of the worst, coming into America in
droves to organize and commit a grand Jihad. They travel from the Middle East
into Brazil, Argentina and Uruguay before entering Mexico City.  Once there,
they pay as much as $5,000 to learn how to speak Spanish and blend in with the
Mexicans. By the time they reach the American border, they're acting and talking
like Mexicans to fool the agents.

Well, they don’t fool this border agent!

Just the other day, Ketchler found several pieces of paper
blowing around that were written in Arabic. These were similar to items he had
found in the area over the last few years.

The last batch of Muslim Jihadist that he and his team had
captured included both men and women from Kenya, Sudan, Syria, Iran, and even
Turkey. They had them locked up tight in the small town of Douglas’s only jail.

Until last night that was.

Under the cloak of darkness they were whisked away by a
mass of tight-lipped federal agents to who-knows-where.

And all those FEMA camps? What’s up with that? Not to
mention the billions of rounds of hollow-point bullets the domestic federal
agencies under control of the DHS, including FEMA purchased.

Just who in the hell are
THEY
for?

DHS is the only government controlled agency that has been
stockpiling weapons to be used
against
the people. No, this
ammunition will not be used in some far-off war, but right here on the streets
of America!

And why did the U.S. Government recently purchase 30,000
guillotines?

Jesus

Ketchler could see this Jihadist plan forming like the
perfect storm. He had been watching in horror as the Muslim Brotherhood had
infiltrated every office of the government.

Ketchler was never a religious man but he could see the big
picture here. Islam had been vowing world domination since it was formed by a
war-mongering pedophile in 622 A.D. He had righteously done his homework. He
knew how the Muslim Brotherhood had been moving into the USA since the 60’s
creating non-profit organizations to overthrow the education system which had
eventually led to the infiltration of the governmental system. They slowly
eroded society of its basic founding principles and morality.  The infiltration
is still ongoing and Islam will eventually over take it.

They are well-organized, well-funded, well disciplined and
above all else, extremely patient. The constitution will be replaced with Sharia
or Islam law and Americans would be slaughtered by the millions.  Some call it
socialism while others call it communism, but any way you look at it, it has
been designed to take down America from within.

He was thankful to the religious community to attempting to
awaken the country, hell, the world, to the dangers of infiltration of Islam
Jihadist into nations all over the world.  They call Islam ‘
the religion
of the anti-Christ, the Beast
’ according to their holy scriptures.

Fitting enough, Islam has been at war with the civilized
world and all other religions since its beginnings.

Islam was a Beast, brutally committing horrendous slaughter
of millions of unsuspecting people all over the world by falsely claiming to be
a ‘religion of peace’. The world would one day be consumed by all those that
claimed Islam was a religion and either you submit or die according to Islamic
Law.

Even though most of them wonder into the northern cities,
like Chicago and Dearborn MI, there were a slew of them sadistic muslims living
right here in the sleepy little town of Douglas. Waiting. Just waiting until
there was enough of them to begin Jihad on America.

Well, Ketchler didn’t plan on letting that happen.

And now it was time. It is beginning on the East Coast; he
might as well make it happen right here on the border as well. Right where those
damned Jihadist crossed into America. He secretly hoped that the Mexicans would
be spared. Ketchler sincerely wished them no harm. Most were decent hard working
people who had been forced from their homes by the drug cartels. The same drugs
cartels that were heavily armed by the DOJ’s illegal Fast and Furious Operation.
So many innocent people have died by those guns including one beautiful Latino
beauty queen.

That made Ketchler very angry.

Ketchler gathered his keys and made his way into the
detached garage. He had long ago quit inviting guest onto his property except
his slew of foreign Islamic youth claiming he was interested in converting to
Islam. Stupid muslims.

He rid his country of a few, but a few would never be
enough. Tonight he would rid the border of this Jihadist-Islam threat.

He climbed into his fake ‘bakery’ panel truck and turned
the key. The engine roared into life. He heard the clawing and scratching of the
dead that he kept locked away in the cargo area.

Screw
the society,
he thought as he laughed
hysterically. He only ever showed one Zombie throughout every visit
the
society
made to his home. He even feigned surrender and gave his ‘
only
’
Zombie to
the society
. Ketchler laughed harder by his cleverness. The
growls and scratching grew into a frenzy, enticed by his laughter.

He threw the panel truck marked “Hanns’ Bakery” into gear.
Once out of his driveway, he turned left toward Porker Road and then toward the
border to set his plan in motion.

Tonight it would begin at the border. He would eventually
be able to watch the pandemonium unleash below from his home in the hills above
Douglas.

Eventually when his food supply dwindled he would venture
outside and let them have it with every weapon he had stolen from the Jihadist
they had captured at the border. If the U.S. government wanted to declare Jihad
on America then so be it. He and the rest of his partners had already planned to
capture the DHS headquarters and seize all weapons located in Nogales, Phoenix
and Tucson after the chaos.  

He felt a twitch in his jeans as his erection grew.

****

Curt was also listening intently to the local and national
news. His mother was in and out of consciousness and the creeper that had
followed him to the front door of the nursing home had wondered off.

He never made it through to the local police but from what
he was witnessing on the news, they were full aware of the situation. The news
was horrifying at the least. They played that video over and over. Occasionally
a news reporter would be seen downtown midst complete chaos as people ran to and
fro looting.

The National Guard was called and looters were shot on
site. The world was going crazy. Curt’s eyes were glued to the TV when one
reporter was suddenly attacked by one of the ‘infected’ as they were called.
Curt was not surprised that the camera man continued shooting as the woman was
torn to pieces and left it up to the other members of the crew as they tried to
pull the crazed man off of her. After all, news was news.

Outside he heard an occasional scream but moving the
curtains aside he never saw the source. He heard sirens and several shot gun
blasts.

A nervous looking RN entered the room to take his mother’s
temperature, monitor her blood pressure and shine a small flash light into her
eyes. She looked up sadly at Curt and shook her head.

“It won’t be long now Mr. Colby, I’m sorry.”

“What is happening outside?” Curt asked.

“I don’t know exactly, some type of super infectious virus
going around. They are calling it the Zombie Virus. My shift is almost over and
my husband is going to be picking me up. There is no way I am going out there
alone.”

Curt nodded. “Good thinking.”

Just then there was a break in the news. An organization
that called itself
the society
was making an announcement.

Please do not be alarmed. Public chaos would be the
worst thing possible. Stay calm.

Stay where ever you are, barricade yourself inside.
There are infected individuals roaming among you. This number will double and
then quadruple if measures are not taken immediately to stop this. These
individuals have been infected with a very contagious and deadly virus.
Transmission of the virus is passed by the saliva through being bitten by the
infected host.

If you should see anyone who appears to be bitten, flee
at all costs. Defend yourself at all cost.

We need to eliminate the problem quickly and get on with
our lives. This is not a drill and this is not a joke. It will take all of us
joining together over a common denominator, the infected.

Do not be a victim. I repeat. Do not be a victim. You
can see what is happening right now on major news stations. Stay indoors and do
not venture outside.

Amber called to tell him that she could not make it. The
roads into Altoona were blocked and she was told to turn around. She gave him
her address and told him to be careful. She saw several wrecks and the
‘infected’ was walking among the wreckage feeding on the victims. Curt told her
he would see her shortly and repeated what the nurse had told him. They said
their goodbyes and Curt turned the volume back up.

Curt watched as the news was interrupted again, this time
by the president of the United States. Curt listened as the president made a
hasty address to the nation claiming that the video was just a hoax and
responsible for the chaos. He also stated that he would do everything in his
power to ensure that the perpetrators would be caught and swiftly brought to
justice.

The president finished his speech by announcing that he
would be leaving shortly for a lengthy vacation and that martial law is
officially declared. All citizens of the United States were to follow an imposed
10 P.M. curfew and must immediately turn over their weapons to the local police
departments.

Curt threw the remote at the TV.

****

Jana’s phone rings again, it was Maxine!

“Max, where are you?”

Faintly as in a deep tunnel “Mom?”

“Max, it’s so good to hear your voice. Are you okay?” Jana
was close to tears.

“Mom, I’m fine. We just got back from 4 days backpacking in
the Thorofare. We have been watching the news. They are calling it a ‘fast
acting virus’. Do they know? How long do we have?”

“Stay in Wyoming Max. It’s uncontainable.
The society
has been texting me the list of major breakouts, New York, Denver, Detroit,
Cleveland, San Francisco.. It’s alarming

“Mom, I am just about ready to call the mayor and hold an
emergency meeting. We need to barricade Yellowstone and all the surrounding
towns. Cody will be easy to block.”

“Max, there’s one more thing. The majority of the zombies
we are dealing with here on the East Coast” Jana trailed off a minute before
finishing, “90% of the Zombies here are Type N.”

Silence on the other end.

“Max?”

“Yes, mom, I’m here. I’m sorry. Did I hear you correctly?
Did you say Type N?”

“Type N, yes Max, type N.”

 “Oh my God. Does
the society
know?”

“Yes, they know. My reports have not gone unread.”