46

"I been thinking a lot about Zombie Genesis," Uncle Lou says.

He aims down the hill at and fires—the lead zombie's head expels a spray of blood and brain fragments. Before the zombie hits the ground, you hear the bolt slide back on Uncle Lou's rifle, and he's already firing again. Both undead soldiers have started up the path toward you, their straight legs hobbling up the incline like toy wooden men. The rifle fires again. The head of the left-side soldier jerks back.

"You mean Zombie Exodus?"

"What did I say? Yeah exodus. Been thinking a lot about it. Not for nothing but staying at the Cathedral ain't the best idea. We need to get out and go to less populated areas. My cousin Vincenzo used to live in this small town in New Mexico—Silver City. I always liked the sound of that place. He said they have like two thousand people in the whole town and it's in the middle of no wheres. So, anyways… been thinking of getting a truck, packing it up, rigging it out to defend us from zombies and bandits, and heading that way. Whatdaya think?"

As the last soldier hobbles up the hill, Uncle Lou shoots him through the cheek, sending him crashing to the grassy ground.