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door, looking for an escape.  Looking for a way out…but it was too late.  A horde of arms clawing through the waning hours of daylight reached into the false solitude of a home being destroyed and grabbed them both.  Nicodemus and Barabbas were now being forced back, with round after round of gunfire blasting away at bodies, the nightmare simply would not end.  More and more of the infected packed into the house.  They were surrounded.  Barabbas looked behind to the kitchen for a brief second, but a second nonetheless that he could’ve lived without.  Sprawled on the floor and covered in savages were Gabriel and the love of his life.  The bastards had gotten them.  His shotgun dropping to the floor, everything moved in slow motion.  It was almost as if time itself was moving backward.  He could no longer hear the blasts of gunfire or the sound of inevitable death enclosing on him.
    “What the fuck are you doing?” Nicodemus screamed as he tried to reload his gun.  Struggling to load shells into the shotgun, the infected were now upon him, sending him crashing to the floor.
    “BARABBAS!” he screamed in vain.
    It’s possible that Barabbas never even felt the sharp sting of rotten , mangled teeth as they ripped through his flesh.  It’s also possible that he never smelled the awful stench of foul breath all around him as death came to greet him on that day.  As he lay prone on the floor covered in blood, and with his earthly remains being forever broken, his dazed eyes slowly drifted up to Heaven.  Maybe he would see Rev. Francis.  Maybe he would see his old friend Jacob Forlorn.  No one can be sure.  What one can be certain of is that somewhere beyond the sun, past the moon and stars, Barabbas Purify would be reunited with his beloved Caroline.  His one true love that set his heart aflame amongst the stars of Heaven would be patiently waiting for him…and they would dance the dance of the ages as the angels rejoiced around them.
     
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    3 FEB 2013-19:30:45
     
     
                  “You see, the problem with this country nowadays is nobody has the gumption to bite into the heart of the problem anymore,” the man said as he cut deeply into the gorgeous mass of beef served on an elegant dish before him.  King cut prime rib courtesy of the Rib Room in the French Quarter had been a favorite of his for many years.  A popular haunt for high society figures, celebrities and the upper echelon of the city’s pecking order, the Rib Room was more of a tradition for his family than a casual dining experience.  With its refined décor, impeccable service and the finest selection of culinary delights, Joseph Devereaux savored every bit of juicy flavor as the fork entered his mouth.  Medium rare; incredible flavor with just a little blood to satiate his refined palate.  Man was made to devour flesh every now and then.  It was natural; a primal way of life that he understood all too well and often incorporated into the business world. 
    A well-known and respected figure in Louisiana political circles for many years, he was a tall, boisterous figure of a man with his well-tailored suits and gallant Southern charm.  Making his living off the family business in sugarcane, cotton and various securities, he was also one of those guys behind the iron curtain of politics that became the stuff of legend.  His father, the late Alexander Devereaux was an old running buddy of guys like Huey P. Long and Clay Shaw.  Through various contacts behind the scenes, he’d even helped Clay Shaw found the historic New Orleans Trade Mart.  In those days, the Devereaux family also had a rather discreet history of gun running. Coupled with their trade negotiations with Cuba, El Salvador and various parts of Latin America, the profitable partnership helped the family live as high on the hog as possible.  Eventually things began to turn sour in the summer of 1963, during the anti-Castro movement when Lee