Running of the Zombies

Paul could unrestrained the man's disdain for the bureaucratic complex. There was so much red tape that lies became the cement that built the foundation at the end of the short bridges they were in the habit of burning. Everything in its place, a place for everything. Sometimes it was more prudent to leave some things aside.

"Mira, hijo." Nate's uncle called out to Paul. "What's going on over the bridge? Heard on the radio they were fighting? Que es eso?" The man was typically not one to believe things he heard over the radio versus what he could see himself but everything had been turned upside down in the past few days.