Draconian Measures by Chris Lowry

Author:Chris Lowry [Lowry, Chris]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Grand Ozarks Media
Published: 2020-06-04T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER NINE

Someone had my idea.

The cops, if they were cops, surrounded us in a crescent. The men were covered in Riot Gear. Arms and legs protected, faces hidden by thick plastic helmets. If they were dressed like that, I hoped Z weren’t in the city walls that loomed around the community.

We pressed back against the wall.

Closer I could see they were iron plates, like the sides of railway cars welded end to end and bolted to posts in the ground. It was cheap, strong and effective, creating a twelve-foot steel barrier of multicolored metal. Two crews working hard, one cutting, the other locking them in place, could put up a wall this big in a week or so.

Whoever had the idea was smart.

Smarter than me. I hoped to meet him.

Then we watched a man in a white suit pull up in a Golf cart. A silent electric Golf cart.

He rolled his bulky belly from under the steering wheel and fought gravity to make his feet where he tottered between two riot police waiting to catch him if he fell. Or jump out of the way.

I was surprised.

The Zombie apocalypse was the best diet I’d ever been on in my life. I was down forty pounds, maybe more. Each of the kids had dropped fifteen pounds since I had last seen them.

Everyone I knew was always on the verge of starvation since the Z came, hunting for food or running for their life.

The people here looked normal.

Zach looked well fed.

The Doctor, the nurse, the cops now in front of us.

None of them looked hungry.

Normal as in mostly larger than average, which was the norm in southern Louisiana. This man made them look svelte by comparison. His ruddy face was topped with stringy white hair that swept around and over a war with a bald spot peeking under the strands.

He mopped the humidity off his face with an immaculate handkerchief and stuffed it into the breast pocket of the pristine white suit.

“Warren Cotton, Krew of Mardi Gras,” he held out a fat hand.

I reached to shake it and two men jumped forward to wrap shackles around my wrist.

“We’ve been expecting you,” he said.

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