The Zombie Wars: Call To Arms (White Flag Of The Dead Book 7) by Joseph Talluto

Author:Joseph Talluto [Talluto, Joseph]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Severed Press
Published: 2015-06-08T04:00:00+00:00

Taylorville Lake State Park, KY

The drive south was quiet, and while Charlie drove, I looked over the maps. Part of me was okay with what we were doing, but the other part wasn’t sure it was the correct strategy. We should have been more methodical in clearing out the zombies, which was driving my plan to split the army and start working to seriously clear the areas. While we were doing a good thing, I felt like we were missing a good part of the country, leaving it wide open to outbreaks and attacks. If I were honest with myself, I had to realize we couldn’t do it all on our own, that people had to decide for themselves what kind of life they wanted. Huddling in a building waiting for the zombies to move on was life, but not living. Not by a long shot.

“How far behind do you think the army is?” I asked Charlie.

“Not really sure. Figure they would be two, maybe three days, depending on what they encountered. Why?” Charlie asked.

I tossed my idea over at Charlie, and he mulled it over for a bit. After a minute he grudgingly nodded.

“Have to say it’s not a bad idea. Likely more efficient than what we are doing so far. Can I modify it a bit?” Charlie asked.

“Go for it.”

“What if instead of having three equal parts, have them split into half, then halves on of the halves. So you have a main group focused on the big areas, then the other two, while still large, have greater mobility and are able to clear larger areas without being outnumbered,” Charlie said.

That was another good idea. I told Charlie that, and he smiled like a kid who gave the teacher the right answer.

The sun was swinging low in the sky when we decided to call it an evening. I told Charlie we should find a place to hang out for a few days and meet up with the army when they crossed out path. He heartily agreed, and we settled on finding a place where we could hunt and fish. I checked the map and saw we were on a straight course to a forest preserve. Charlie heard that and pressed the gas down a little further.

Just as the sun was setting we arrived at the forest preserve. The last three years had seen the forest reclaim much of what it had given up in terms of campsites and picnic areas, but the roads were surprisingly clear of debris and grass. We drove in, following the signs to the lodge. High trees reaching out from hills darkened our path, and I kept an eye out for small glowing lights. Two left turns and a right found us in the overly large parking lot of a genuine log-built lodge. It was remarkable how much it resembled Starved Rock.

I must not have been the only one who thought so since Charlie commented on the resemblance as well.

“Wow. Déjà vu,” he said, backing the truck up to the stairs that led from the parking lot to the back of the lodge.

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