heard of The Tribe before the attack and theories abounded as to their origin. Some said they were in town but lived in secret; others said that their proclaimed prophet organized his cult after everything went to hell.
Jake looked at the people gathered in the cafeteria. The only members missing were the ones currently assigned to the security patrol. Jake had briefed each of them personally an hour before while they stood their post.
“As all of you know, the mounting attacks continue to hamper our scavenging teams. Supplies are exceptionally low and starting tonight we are reducing rations in an attempt to make what we have last.”
Moans rumbled through the group.
“We have to decide what our plan of action will be. After much thought, the only options I could come up with were we hunker down and let The Tribe try to lay siege to our compound, we go on the attack against them, or we flee and relocate away from their area.”
Jake looked at the men, women, and older children standing around him. He considered each of them his family. “We’ll raise a vote if no one has any other suggestions.”
“All in favor of relocating?”
None of the members raised their hands.
“All in favor of going on the offensive against The Tribe?”
Some of the men and a few of the older children raised their hands, seven in total.
“All in favor of hunkering down and trying to ride them out?”
The rest of the group raised their hands, winning the vote.
“OK, well, the group has spoken, so if each team leader would confer with their member families about further suggestions for our chosen plan of action, please report to me by sundown. We have a lot of work to do.”
CHAPTER 8
El Paso, Texas
February 13, Year 1
Odin crossed over the low concrete barrier of the Cesar E. Chavez Border Highway before helping Chivo pull Zennie’s body across and onto his own shoulders. Blood continued to drain out of Zennie’s mangled body and Odin was quickly soaked in his blood. The vehicles on the highway were sparse, but after the running gun fight and Chivo’s experience on the Mexican highway, the three of them gave each vehicle a wide berth as they crossed the four-lane highway. Reaching the sandy road shoulder, Chivo took out his bolt cutters and began cutting the chain-link fence separating the neighborhood of smaller houses ahead of them from the highway behind them. Not concerned about a horde of zombies in pursuit, Chivo took the time to cut the entire fence from top to bottom to make it easier to carry Zennie’s body through.
Apollo climbed through the fence first and squatted on the small residential street, rifle up, scanning for any potential threats, living or dead. Odin quickly joined his teammate, still carrying Zennie’s body. Joined by Chivo, Apollo whispered, “OK, which one?”
“Mano, that brown one on the right has a Marine Corps flag on the porch. I choose that one.”
Odin quickly agreed. “Maybe that Marine has supplies or ammo or who knows what. You never know with those crazy fuckers.”
Apollo took point, M4 at the ready, scanning. Odin, the least able to fight, stayed in the middle while he carried Zennie’s body, and Chivo brought up the rear of their loose column. The small one-story home was surrounded by a low chain-link fence, but the gate across the driveway was unlocked. Once entering the yard, Chivo was careful to quietly reset the gate’s latch. Odin leaned Zennie’s body against a newer Chrysler four-door car that sat in the driveway. Apollo checked around the corner of the backyard and found an old, rusted brown pickup behind the home. Chivo checked the small shed in the backyard and found a small riding lawn mower, a full gas can, and a line trimmer. Odin slowly turned the knob of the side door for the home and was relieved to find it unlocked. Their hopes of a death-free home were quickly dashed when Chivo pointed to a window. “Flies, lots of damn flies on the inside of
Jake looked at the people gathered in the cafeteria. The only members missing were the ones currently assigned to the security patrol. Jake had briefed each of them personally an hour before while they stood their post.
“As all of you know, the mounting attacks continue to hamper our scavenging teams. Supplies are exceptionally low and starting tonight we are reducing rations in an attempt to make what we have last.”
Moans rumbled through the group.
“We have to decide what our plan of action will be. After much thought, the only options I could come up with were we hunker down and let The Tribe try to lay siege to our compound, we go on the attack against them, or we flee and relocate away from their area.”
Jake looked at the men, women, and older children standing around him. He considered each of them his family. “We’ll raise a vote if no one has any other suggestions.”
“All in favor of relocating?”
None of the members raised their hands.
“All in favor of going on the offensive against The Tribe?”
Some of the men and a few of the older children raised their hands, seven in total.
“All in favor of hunkering down and trying to ride them out?”
The rest of the group raised their hands, winning the vote.
“OK, well, the group has spoken, so if each team leader would confer with their member families about further suggestions for our chosen plan of action, please report to me by sundown. We have a lot of work to do.”
CHAPTER 8
El Paso, Texas
February 13, Year 1
Odin crossed over the low concrete barrier of the Cesar E. Chavez Border Highway before helping Chivo pull Zennie’s body across and onto his own shoulders. Blood continued to drain out of Zennie’s mangled body and Odin was quickly soaked in his blood. The vehicles on the highway were sparse, but after the running gun fight and Chivo’s experience on the Mexican highway, the three of them gave each vehicle a wide berth as they crossed the four-lane highway. Reaching the sandy road shoulder, Chivo took out his bolt cutters and began cutting the chain-link fence separating the neighborhood of smaller houses ahead of them from the highway behind them. Not concerned about a horde of zombies in pursuit, Chivo took the time to cut the entire fence from top to bottom to make it easier to carry Zennie’s body through.
Apollo climbed through the fence first and squatted on the small residential street, rifle up, scanning for any potential threats, living or dead. Odin quickly joined his teammate, still carrying Zennie’s body. Joined by Chivo, Apollo whispered, “OK, which one?”
“Mano, that brown one on the right has a Marine Corps flag on the porch. I choose that one.”
Odin quickly agreed. “Maybe that Marine has supplies or ammo or who knows what. You never know with those crazy fuckers.”
Apollo took point, M4 at the ready, scanning. Odin, the least able to fight, stayed in the middle while he carried Zennie’s body, and Chivo brought up the rear of their loose column. The small one-story home was surrounded by a low chain-link fence, but the gate across the driveway was unlocked. Once entering the yard, Chivo was careful to quietly reset the gate’s latch. Odin leaned Zennie’s body against a newer Chrysler four-door car that sat in the driveway. Apollo checked around the corner of the backyard and found an old, rusted brown pickup behind the home. Chivo checked the small shed in the backyard and found a small riding lawn mower, a full gas can, and a line trimmer. Odin slowly turned the knob of the side door for the home and was relieved to find it unlocked. Their hopes of a death-free home were quickly dashed when Chivo pointed to a window. “Flies, lots of damn flies on the inside of
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