Mad Swine: The Beginning by Steven Pajak

Author:Steven Pajak
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: h1n1
ISBN: 0615462413
Publisher: Permuted Press
Published: 2012-02-28T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 10:

Community Watch

Phil led us down Providence Drive, the main access road into the community. Unlike Randall Oaks, Providence was an enormous community of single family homes, intermingled with townhomes of varying sizes and shapes.

The community spanned eight square miles of land and was a virtual maze of streets and cul-de-sacs that could confuse even those that were somewhat familiar with the lay of the land. Also unlike Randall Oaks, the community was completely open on all sides; no fences or barriers surrounded this thriving community. The concrete pillars and arch we passed through at the main entrance merely gave the impression of security but was just for show.

“We’re gathering at the community center just up the road,” Phil said as we made our way up the slight incline. “Frank Senior is going to introduce the heads of the surrounding communities who we’ve aligned with and then he’s going to give a state of the community address. After that I guess he’ll open the floor and hear concerns.”

“How many communities are you talking about?” Brian asked.

I could tell that he was as surprised as me that the other communities had aligned so quickly. I could almost hear him thinking we were sadly behind.

“Oh, I think there’s about five as of this morning,” Phil said. “We’ve got you all to the northwest, we have the Gardens to our immediate west, Oak Hills to our south, Crestwood is on our east and then some private homes that are built into that little cul-de-sac to the northeast. They’re not really a community but they’re a pretty tight and they stick together.”

“You’re right in the middle,” Bob observed. “Nice place to be.”

Phil glanced over at him but didn’t say anything.

“We heard there’s been a lot of action at the roadblocks,” I said.

I hitched my bag up onto my shoulder trying to get more comfortable. I’d have to think of some other way to carry extra ammo and small gear when making these local trips.

“Yeah, been pretty constant the last couple of days. Most of them come in from the east, feeding in from Randall Road and down onto Route 20. I imagine most of them are coming from the shopping strips out there. Some might even be coming from our neighboring communities.”

At this point, Phil turned to me and asked, “Anyone in your community infected?”

I shook my head and turned to Brian. He shook his head. Bob looked down at the ground and said nothing and that was probably for the best.

Charlie just shrugged because he had no idea that my wife had turned into a crazy and my brother had to shoot her. Charlie had no idea what was buried in my front rose garden.

“We’ve had a few here,” Phil said. When he didn’t elaborate I was about to ask how many when he said, “We’re here.”

He pointed to our left at a one-story structure, about four thousand square feet. The lawn in front of the building was crammed with people. Some had guns but many didn’t.

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