The survivors from the church, was quarantined at the makeshift army hospital for observation. From her window, little Laura Peterson watched as the jeep with two armed men pulled up in front of a small shop. The soldiers got out and entered the shop.

Jim Collins looked up from his repair table, as the soldiers entered.

"Hi, how's it going?"

One of the armed men walked over to Jim and put his hand on his shoulder.

"You'll have to come with us."

"What for?"

"The Major's orders."

"Now see here," he began to protest and stopped when he seen the other soldier unhook the leather strap on his holster and click the safety off. He stood up.

"Okay," he said.

She watched from the window, as the two armed men lead a man out of the little shop and put him in the back of the jeep and then drive away.

Jim stood in front of the Major's desk.

"Everyone here has a job to do," said the Major. "Most do it fairly well. All you have to do, is do some simple building and repair work for the good of the town. Your work is not good enough."

"I'm one man," he began. The Major waved his hand, silencing him. Then he looked at the two men.

"Take him to the stadium."

The two men lead him away. Outside, the sun was setting.

The Major had ordered everyone in the city, except those with small children and the new arrivals to the stadium. The sun had set, but there was plenty of light to see on the field. In the center of the field, stood Jim.

He looked around and up at the crowd. Seeing the Major, he approached.

"What are you going to do?"

The Major smirked at him.

"If you can survive, just before nightfall, then you go back home and to your shop," he said, then waved his hand at one of his men.

Jim looked around the stadium, then he heard it; the sound like the screaming of lost souls, crying out from hell. Looking toward the opening at the back of the benches, he saw the freaks. They were shambling out, some were moving quickly. The people in the benches looked on horrified.

"Better run," the Major said, looking at him.

Jim began to run, some of the freaks were moving quickly in his direction, and he felt one of them grab the back of his shirt. He tore loose and darted in the other direction, causing one of them to fall. The other ones moved in his direction. They were almost on him, when he reached the fenced and then turned and darted off. Some of them ran into the fence.

"Poor dumb bastards!"

One of them fell, and snaked a hand out onto his ankle, tripping him. It tightened its grip. Jim turned around and repeatedly kicked the freak in the face, until it let go and got to his feet, just in time, as they were moving in on him.

"Damned if you'll infect me!"

He ran around some more, as if he was playing some kind of demented football game. He was getting winded and slowed a little. When most of the things were far behind him, he paused, to get his breath. Suddenly, he felt hands on his shoulders and too late, the bite of the infected. He elbowed the thing, as it tightened its grip and tried to get him to the ground, to finish the job of killing him.

Jim squirmed away. The others were close. Suddenly the lights in the field came on. The things covered their eyes and moaned in anger and pain. Some of the soldiers came down, using makeshift leashes to lead them back into their "Corals" inside the stadium. One of the soldiers walked over, and shot Jim through the heart.

Satisfied that an example had been made, the Major stood and walked up through the shocked crowd as he left the stadium.

The army trucks rolled out past the safe zone, just after sunrise and the soldiers began to climb out. They were armed with ropes and muzzles.

"What the hell are we rounding these things up for?"

"Who the hell knows. Just follow orders."

The first armed group approached a modest two story house and kicked in the front door and made their way into the dark house and turned on their flashlights as they began to search room for room. Unexpectedly, one of the freaks was on one of the soldiers and he threw up his arm in defense, as one of the soldiers kicked the thing to the ground and shot it. Looking down he, saw the scratch on the young soldier's face and without a word, shot him between the eyes.

"Sorry mate."

There was a scuffling in the hall as the other men in the group, were herding the things down the hall, with their hands and feet bound and in muzzles.

Outside, the sun sat high in the sky, as the last of the things in the neighborhood were rounded up and the trucks began to pull out, heading back to the city.

Major Thompson walked over to the lead driver of the caravan.

"When you locate survivors and there are a large number, I want you to radio me, so I can send a helicopter to transport them back here," he said. "Just assure them, this is a safe zone and the government is trying to reestablish order."

"Yes, sir."

The man got into the truck and soon the trucks left, on their way to search for survivors to bring to "Safety."

The Major watched the hunting party trucks arrive and walked over to the lead truck and hopped onto the running board, holding onto the mirror.

"To the high school stadium."

The truck pulled out, with the Major holding on.

The search team had came upon a church, that was surrounded with a fence and garrison wire. On the porch step, sat a little girl. The soldier in the lead truck dropped down and approached the fence, looking at the little girl.

"Sweetheart," he said, giving the girl a start. "Is there anyone else in there? Maybe your mommy and daddy?"

The girl ran her hands over her face and then she got up and ran into the church. He turned and walked back over to the team, that had piled out of their trucks. He jumped on the truck and slid across the seat and began to blow the horn. Soon, the front door of the church opened and an elderly gentleman walked out. He stopped blowing the horn and walked over to the fence.

"Afternoon," he said. "I'm Sergeant Frakes, U.S army."

"Thank the Lord," said the man. "I thought it was all over for sure."

"Some of it is, but the government has some safe zones set up in some of the cities as we try to establish order and regroup the survivors."

"What about the rabies? It's mutated?"

"C.D.C has a vaccine now. So, once everyone's vaccinated and we destroy the freaks and the rest die out, we should have order and civilization reestablished. On a smaller scale. But, it's here."

The man wiped his sweaty face.

"How many of there are you?"

"Five. And you've arrived just in time, we were running out of food and water."

"Plenty of food and water in the safe zone and electricity too," said the sgt. "You get everyone rounded up, grab what they need and I'll call in the chopper."

The man turned and hurried up the walk, as the sgt. walked over to the truck to use the radio.

The Major walked around the outside of the things in the makeshift cages at the back of the stadium. They growled, drooled and grabbed the bars, trying to rip them open. He stopped at one in particular, that looked at him. Then, to his surprise, moved his mouth as though trying to speak and gave a small two finger salute.

"Well, I'll be damned," said the Major. "The freaks are beginning to think. Or he's one of a kind. Either way..."

The Major unhooked his side arm and took aim, squeezing the trigger, splashing the things brain matter all over the bars.

"Get this cleaned up."

"Yes, sir."

Major Thompson stood at the podium in the center of the press room at city hall, looking around at the faces of the survivors. He smiled at them, as he shuffled the papers around in front of him.

"We've positioned small guard outposts at four ends of the city, all will be manned 24 hours," he said. "Secondly, we need to set up some kind of farming in one of the neighborhoods, as the can foods and other such items in the diner and the stores, are not going to last us the entire year. We will also construct a greenhouse, for added winter gardening and growing of fruit trees as well. Also, we need to form a city government, all of you were handed a sheet with the names of the committee members. now, I'll be taking up the duties of mayor."

The people began an uproar.

"Quiet! Quiet! If there's any objections, you may issue them to the temporary congress," he said, pointing to the five armed soldiers, that stood at the back of the room. They sat in stunned silence.

"Okay," said Thompson. "That settled, you may begin lining up, and get your work assignments from sgt. Rhinehart. If you don't like your assignments, you can take it up with the complaints department."

The people in the room sat quiet, as he looked at them.

"What are you waiting for, you've gotten your instructions. Move!"

They began to file single file toward the soldier, that sat behind the table, to get their work orders.

Jack sat at the table, as Helen sat across from him, eating soup, when there was a hammering on the apartment door. Pushing his chair back, Jack went to the door.

"Who is it?"

"Josh."

He opened the door and stepped aside, letting Josh enter, then closed the door. He noticed that Josh was anxious about something.

"That bastard Thompson, decided he was in charge of everything and his men are backing him, 100%."

He walked over and sat down at the table and looked at Jack.

"everyone has assigned jobs," he said, handing him a piece of paper.

"What's this?"

"That's yours and Helen's job, running the diner and serving breakfast, lunch and dinner to the soldiers and workers."

"Bull shit!"

"He's enforcing it with his men. In the morning, me and the family are moving to a farm outside of the city limits, to begin farming."

"That son of a bitch can't do that."

"Well he has and his men will back him up."

"Well, I better get going," Josh said standing up. "I have to leave early."

He went to the door and opened it, then he turned back to Jack.

"They've converted the old high school stadium, into some sort of arena. Nobody knows what for."

He left, closing the door behind him.

Four young soldiers stood outside of the gate, watching as the things approached.

"Come on you freaks," said one. "Come and get us."

Two of the things grabbed the fence and began to twitch and jerk, as their hands encircled the fence. The soldiers laughed, watching for a few minutes, then they began to shoot them. The others outside of the fence, began to back away. They looked at the the soldiers and the fence, as if they were waiting their time.

"They give me the creeps," said one of the young soldiers. "How long does it take those things to die?"

"Who knows, you think that they would have starved by now."

The things looking at them, as if waiting their time, sent a chill down his spine.

Major Thompson sat behind the desk in his temporary command center, when he received the report that the barricades had been finished. The work had taken three days and had expanded around the city and the neighborhoods. The city was not big, so keeping it under his control, would be quite simple.

The next order of business, would be to get the power back on, which was now underway, as the power grid had been located. When that was finished, he was going to have the fences electrified. That would really raise hell with the freaks. As the barricades that were up were juiced with just car batteries, the shock from the operating power, would pack more of a shock to the freaks; killing them instantly.

Sergeant Rhinehart stood in the control tower with the other soldiers. One of the men at the control panel turned to him.

"I think that we've gotten it, Sergeant," he said. "We're ready to throw the switch. You might want to step outside, just to be on the safe side."

Sgt. Rhinehart did not budge and waited patiently for the switch to be thrown. The soldier turned back to the panel and nodded. The other soldier threw the switch and the control panel lit up, as the lights in the room flickered into life. The soldiers smiled and congratulated each other.

"Good work, men."

The lights came on in the office and the Major felt the air kick in. He smiled. The first phases of his plan were complete and soon, when the gas would be turned on, he would take complete control of the city and the residents. They would not dare oppose him and his men.

The afternoon sun shined down on the city square, where the picnic was being held in honor of Major Thompson and his men. Picnic tables lined the square and the smell of cooking canned meats and other canned goods, filled the air.

The crowd was talking and laughing, as they all could not remember feeling such normality for some time. Josh stood up at the head of the row of picnic tables and tap on the side of a metal container. The crowd grew quiet as they turned their attention in his direction. He picked up a bottle of beer, which felt nice and cold in his hand.

"We owe great thanks, to Major Thompson and his men, for finishing up the barricades and also in getting the power and the gas back on," he said. "I don't know about anyone else, but I'm happy to take hot showers again and to have the ac back on, even for the end of summer."

The crowd applauded and Major Thompson smiled.

"Enjoy the next couple of days," thought Thompson. "Soon, you'll be following my orders."

Josh raised his bottle in a toast and the others, raised their drinks in toast as well.

Jack knelt at the window and looked out at the army vehicles outside the city gate. He grabbed Helen by the arm and pulled her down next to him.

"Hey!"

"Don't assume they're army," he said, as he watched a man get out of the truck behind the tank and walk up to the gate. "Army uniforms and vehicles don't mean shit anymore. The whole world's up for grabs."

He watched as the uniformed man walked up to talk to Josh. He let the curtain fall back into place and stood up, and stepped away from the window. Walking over to his rifle in the corner, he picked it up. Helen looked at him.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm going down there. You wait here."

He turned and left the room, before she could protest.

Jack walked over and stood next to Josh. Snake was eyeing Major Thomas.

"We can help in expanding your barricades," the major was saying. "Which, would of course make this a safe city. We could broadcast by radio, looking for more survivors."

"I don't know Josh," said Jack. "They could have got all this stuff from anywhere."

The Major smiled, keeping his cool.

"That's right, we could have," he said. "So, if we wanted to, we could have smashed right through this gate and killed everyone. But, we didn't."

Josh thought for a moment.

"Give us a minute," he said.

He turned from the Major and took Jack and Snake aside.

"He's right on that," Josh said to them. "They could have easily have forced their way in here and started shooting."

"How do we even know they're army?" Jack said. "They could have got that stuff any where."

"I agree," said Snake. "But, if we don't co-operate, they could just roll right in here and kill us all. We don't have much of a choice."

Josh nodded and walked back over to the gate.

"Well?" said Thompson. "Do we stay or leave? It's your call. We can help and make a haven or just leave."

"Welcome to our city, Major," said Josh, opening the gate.

The Major smiled and stepped inside, waving in his men. Watching the vehicles roll in with his men, he smiled. Once the barricades were reinforced and expanded, the city would be under his control.

Jack stood on the roof of the apartment and scanned the road with the night vision binoculars. There were still only a few of the freaks down there. They pretty much learned to stay away from the electric fences that had been put up as barricades around the city. His radio crackled, and he heard Brian's voice.

"Hey Jack, got anything? Over."

He reached down and picked up his radio and raised it to his mouth.

"Just a few stragglers, but they're not coming near the fence. I guess they learned from the examples of the others. How about you? Over."

"No, it's been pretty dead all night. At least it's all most breaking dawn, and we can call it a night. Over."

"I'm all or that. I hope this is my last watch of the week. Over."

"I hear that. Want to join me in a coffee, when we're done? Over."

"Oh, not me I'm going strait off to bed, when I'm done here. Over."

"Got you. Over and out."

He laid the radio back down beside him and watched a few of the shapes shamble along the other side of the fence, in the cold, gray light of the pre-dawn. They could almost be people heading to their jobs, on a busy morning or shoppers in search of goods. He pushed the thoughts away. He did not want to think of them as "human", to do so, would give them life. That's what caused the fall of civilization at the outbreak. Those that thought of them as needing compassion and refused to turn over their loved ones and neighbors for disposal. So in turn, they infected more and soon, over powered the "Normal" people. He smiled at the red orb of the rising sun, began to peek at him over the hills and trees.

Major Thompson watched the last of the freaks shuffle away to their day time hideaways, as the red orb of the sun, began to rise in the eastern sky. He stayed his last night in this city, along with his men. Today, they would be going to the city a few miles from here, and join the other survivors. He watched as his men began to load the trucks, with everything that they needed, to secure the city more.

Jack walked through the kitchen, into the living room, as the shadows crept around the empty room. He headed down the hall, stopping at his bedroom and opened the door, and stepped inside, silently closing the door behind him.

The tank lead the convoy of military trucks, along the side of the freeway, heading toward the city. In the lead truck behind the tank, Major Thompson sat in the passenger seat, smoking a cigarette. He thought of the city. His men would soon have more barricades erected around the city and once done, he would then take over, forcing his rule on the city, establishing the "New" government and any of the survivors opposed...Bang! He smiled to himself, as he thought of the power he would have, as the ruler of this new government.

Jack tried talking to the girl that he had picked up a few miles back. But she only answered him in one word answers, as she sat coughing. He was hoping that she wasn't getting the flu or a summer cold. Suddenly, the girl lurched forward, then back and was still.

"Dan it!" he said, as he applied the air brakes.

The breaks hissed, as the rig came to a stop. Pulling on gloves, he stepped out of the truck and walked around to the passenger side and step up onto the running board and opened the door. He picked her up out of the seat.

"Sorry sweetheart, " he said holding her, as he stepped down from the running board. Her head fell against his neck and suddenly he felt her twitch, then growl. Before he could react, she sank her teeth into his throat, causing him to yell out in surprise and horror, as he dropped her. He instinctively pressed his hand against his throat, and felt the warm gushing fountain through his fingers.

Jack sat up, and found Helen looking out the window in his room. He laid his head back down on the pillow.

"What time is it?" he asked.

"Noon, I think."

"Call me at three."

He rolled over, turning his face to the wall. Helen turned away from the window, to look at his back.

"Jack, the army's here."

The two sentries left their post, when relieved by the night sentries. They handed them their rifles and headed back to the makeshift barracks.

Major Thompson stood outside of the gate, where they kept some of the infected for those C.D.C quacks. A jeep with four of his men pulled up next to the fenced in coral. When they got out of the jeep and joined the Major, the infected went crazy, jumping against the fence and screaming, their bloody spittle spraying the fence.

"Got the cattle prods and torches?"

"Right here, Major."

Two of the men stepped back, as the torches were also lit, and the bright lights were turned on. The demented moved back to the back of the coral, growling and putting their hands in front of their face.

The two armed men outside, pulled open the gate and let the other two men enter, waving the torches out in front of them. When one of the infected jumped forward, he was immediately shocked with the cattle prod. When he hit the ground, the soldier quickly tied his hands and muzzled him, then lead him out of the coral, handing him over to the two soldiers outside.

Turning, he went back in.

They had four, which the Major thought was enough. Leading them, hands tied and muzzled, they headed for the Colonel's command post. When they were about a hundred yards away, they untied their hands and pulling off their muzzles, they shoved them forward, then turned and ran back toward the waiting jeep.

The soldiers outside of the office, saw the approaching freaks and aimed and pulled the trigger. Nothing. They repeated the action as the things got closer.

"Son of a bitch!"

The demented freaks were on them, grabbing and biting, as the others stormed into the office. The colonel got one, before the rest closed in, biting and tearing, his blood spattering the walls and desk as his screams died away.

Major Thompson walked onto the stage in the auditorium of the high school and looked at the men. There were fifty of them all together.

"As you know," he began. "The Colonel is dead, having somehow been ripped apart by the freaks. This being the case, I am know in charge."

He looked around at the faces and eyed the men from the C.D.C

"The first order of business, we're going to terminate the infected inside of the coral."

One of the scientist from the C.D.C stood up.

"Major, we need those for study, to develop a vaccine. Our orders are from Washington."

Major Thompson eyed him coldly.

"The horse has already left the barn. Even if you were to develop a vaccine, who the hell besides my men, will be getting it?"

"There has to be other survivors."

"You volunteering to go and look for them? As far as Washington goes, we haven't heard from them in months. Their just as dead as the rest. So, the experiments is over."

He looked around the auditorium at the men, stopping when he saw Sergeant Prescot.

"Sergeant, good together about five men and go down to the coral. I ant non of them left when you're done, then burn the bodies."

"Yes, sir."

"Dismissed."

Dr. Brannigan stood in the lab, with his three assistants. The infected in the cages, were restless. One of the other doctors was drawing blood out of one's arm, as he pulled it through the cage.

"I don't care what the Major said," Brannigan said. "We have to stop this."

"You better care what I said," Thompson said, as the door to the lab burst open, and he entered, followed by ten of his men. "Project terminated."

Five of the armed soldiers stepped to the back of the room, and began to kill the infected in the cages.

"Stop this at once!"

"You're in no position to give orders, Dr."

With the infected dead, the soldiers moved to the front of the lab.

"This project, is terminated."

The Major turned and left the lab, as his men opened fire.

The plan was simple, thought Major Thompson. Just at dark fall, when it was time to relieve the sentries guarding the Colonel's office, he would have the two men, that was loyal to him, empty their clips and give the men empty guns. Then, around midnight, he would let a few of the freaks out of their fenced in area and hustle them to the building.

The plan was perfect. Then, after the Colonel was taken care of, he would deal with those scientist from the C.D.C, that were busy looking for a cure for the mutated rabies virus. He had news for them, the horse had already left the barn. He looked at his watch, it would be dark in four hours. Smiling, he went to work on his men.

The soldier stood off in the clump of trees, looking at the barricades around the city and the people going about their business. He seen some of the armed men, driving around the town. But, they could easily handle them. Dropping the binoculars to his chest, he headed back to his companion.

Jack stood near the city map in the Mayor's office, placing blue pins on the map, where the fences and barricades had not yet been erected. There were still a few weak spots and with time, they could have those taken care of. But, how much time did they have? Sooner or later, those things were going to come smashing through the barricades and they didn't have the man power or the weapons to stop them. He turned and looked at Mitch.

"I hope they don't make a run at those barricades," he said.

"Or grow more intelligent and figure something else out."

Mitch looked at him uneasily.

"We need to reinforce the fences and barricades in place and then figure out how to get the rest of the city limits secured."

Jack nodded and turned back to the map.

The soldier on the watch tower saw the rising dust from outside the city and looked through the scope of his rifle, seeing that it was the patrol that had left this morning and lowered his rifle. Then, sitting the rifle aside, he pulled a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it, inhaling the smoke deep, as he watched the jeep drive past.

The jeep had come to a stop outside of the Colonel's office and the two men jumped out and headed up the steps into the office.

"Sir, patrol 1 reporting. There's a small city a few miles from here. There's people there and they seem to be set up pretty good. They have part of the city fenced in and barricades set up."

He looked at the Major.

"I'm sure that we have the man power to finish up the fence and barricades. Those survivors I'm sure would enjoy the extra men and when those freaks start dying out or we just start regular patrols, we could just destroy what's left."

"I couldn't agree more, sir."

The colonel dismissed the men and turned to Thompson.

"Gather a greeting patrol for tomorrow and send them into the city. Let those people know, that we can finish up with the barricades and make it more secure. Then, we'll begin radio broadcasts daily at different intervals, to bring in other survivors."

"At once sir."

Major Thompson left the office, closing the door behind him.

"Too bad Colonel," thought Thompson. "You won't be around to see it."

Major Thompson stood up from behind the anchor desk and stepped past the two armed soldiers as he stepped to the back of the studio. He walked over to a man that sat behind the Ham radio, that was was working the dials and talking into the microphone.

"This is Carson city, is anyone out there?"

He paused as he listened, just dead air answered him.

"How long have you been working the radio, corporal?" he asked.

"Two hours, major Thompson, sir. There's no one, at least no one with a radio."

"Why don't you take a break and come back in an hour."

"Yes, sir."

The corporal stood up and left the room.

"Any survivors were trying to stay alive and uninfected," thought Thompson. "They sure as hell weren't worried about a radio."

Most he knew, had to be without power. It took them two days to restore power once they rolled into Carson city. Once they repaired the power grid, that damn idiot Colonel Baker, wanted some TV and radio broadcasts sent out. Who the hell was he to talk against that idea.

It was bad enough, that the soldiers were only able to secure a small section of the city. And to lose some men in the process. As second in command, if something happened to that idiot colonel, he be in charge. A smile crossed his lips, as a plan begin to take shape in the back of his mind.

Jack turned the TV off, then he proceeded to the kitchen. Helen was already there, sitting at the table, drinking a cup of coffee. He went over to the cupboard and grabbed a cup, filling it from the coffee pot on the counter. He added a couple of teaspoons of sugar, wishing he had some creme, but that luxury was long gone.

Carrying his coffee cup, he went over and sat down across from her at the table.

"Know what I miss?" he asked, looking at her.

She looked at him and shook her head.

"The morning paper."

She smiled at him, and stared thoughtfully into her cup, as she remembered the last day that she had seen her husband. She had gotten called into the hospital, as the outbreak had gotten into its peak. He was sitting at the table, having his coffee and reading the morning paper. They had spoken little, and she had left. She wished she could have that one moment in her life back and say more, before he was killed. She thought of him as dead, as it was hard to think of him out there, wandering the night, with an infected brain, full of an uncontrolled murderous rage.

Major Thompson walked to the bunk room of the studio, where some men had been assigned. Private Parker was sitting on his bunk, looking at that damn picture of his wife and daughter again. He walked over and snatched the picture out of his hand and looked at the picture of the pretty blond and little girl.

"Yeah," he said. "She was real pretty. I'll bet she ain't so pretty now, with that demented brain and bloody drool."

Smirking, he tossed the picture at him and walked away. He heard running feet behind him and stepped sideways, catching the private by the shoulder and slammed him into the wall. He looked around, then he grabbed him by the throat.

"Listen, you little son of a bitch, I'm going to kill you, before this is all over."

The fence had finally been erected and stretched out around the town and joined the fences that had been built around the outer neighborhoods. All the fences had been electrified as well, and generators were up and running.

Mitch stood at the mayor's podium on the stage.

"The next order of business should be to elect a small council, so anybody wanting to run, just put your names on a small ballot so that we can elect them."

"I suppose that you'll be electing yourself mayor, hey Mitch?" intoned Snake.

"No Snake, it will be a free election."

"If you win, I want to see those ballots."

"Why don't you shut the fuck up," said Jack, eyeing Snake.

Snake turned to glare at Jack; who stared back, matching his gaze.

"Don't push it with me!"

On his feet, Snake turned and stormed from the conference room; Jack glared after him.

Helen stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped in a robe, as she toweled her hair dry. Jack, now the power was on, sat in front of the tv, trying to get a signal from the dead and dying world; only white noise answered him.

"You know that's useless."

"I know, but there's always a hope."

Pushing buttons on the remote, he finally actually got a signal, Helen stared at the screen. It was nothing more than a message that read: "Please stand by." But, it was a signal. Jack laid down the remote on the end table and looked at her.

"Must have posted that at the beginning, before the emergency broadcast system took over. But, it's still a broadcast signal. The power must still be on in some places."

"Possibly, or bouncing back from a satellite."

Jack yawned and stood up.

"But, I'm going to bed. Good night."

"Good night," she said, as she watched him walk toward the hallway. She turned back to look at the tv, as she picked up her brush, and began brushing her hair.

Snake and the others stood at the inside of the fence, watching the freaks on the other side. Snake stepped forward, going to the edge of the fence.

"Hey you freaks!" he shouted. "Come on, what are you waiting for! Come get me!"

Some lurched forward and began to walk toward the fence.

"That's it, come on."

Five of them reached the fenced and grabbed the metal and began to shake and jerk, as the volts shot through them.

"Fire!" shouted Snake, as he and the others started shooting the ones on the fence and some of those that was still approaching.

"Hold your fire!" he shouted, when there was bodies laying all around. Satisfied, he turned and walked back to join the group.

"Good enough. You have all the watch details. I'm going to get some sleep."

Turning, he headed over to his jeep and climbed in.

In the silent living room of the apartment, the tv glowed, it's "Please stand by" signal replaced with that of a young man. He was sitting behind the anchor desk.

"Is anyone out there? Is anyone getting this signal? If you are, we are in Carson City. We're on generator power, so we can't stay on long. The city is crawling with the infected. There are only five of us. So, if you're getting this signal, please come to the city. In the daylight, we will meet you in the town square. We'll be there tomorrow morning."

The man disappeared and the white noise took over.