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Z2: The Second Zombie Uprising

Z2: The Second Zombie Uprising

(Inspired by "World War Z")

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Location: The Columbia River's South Jetty, Fort Stevens State Park, Oregon
(Google maps link. Use the "back" arrow in the image's upper left corner to exit out to an overhead map. You can also use the satellite view image in the lower left corner to switch to that view.)

December 22, 2022:

A light breeze was blowing in from off the Pacific Ocean, past the mouth of the Columbia River and over the sands of the Clatsop Spit's northwesterly facing beach. From atop the South Jetty's rocks, Amy was standing watch over the Zippies at the surf's edge. Each time a wave rushed in and then out again, the children hurried about planting little construction site marker flags in the sand where rising bubbles of air indicated a razor clam below. The adults made their way to one flag after another, waiting for another wave to verify the clam's continuing presence before digging quickly to get the fast moving mollusk before it could escape down to safety. Amy could tell from the hurried movement of children from parent to bucket and back that the smell of clams frying over a fire would fill the camp at lunch time.

Amy looked off to her left, down the continuing jetty which ultimately disappeared into the expansive Pacific Ocean. To her right she surveyed the estuary, dunes, and forest. And turning to look south, she found the beach and dunes that ran almost straight as an arrow for 15 miles before ending at the tall outcropping of Ecola Point. She parted her feet a bit and lowered the butt of her rifle to the rock before her, creating in effect a tripod of stability before closing her eyes to feel and listen to the world around her. She loved this place. She always had. Amy had practically lived on the jetty beneath her feet, on the sandy beaches before and behind her, or in the tangled forest now off to her left. She'd grown up just 8 miles from here on the outskirts of the city of Astoria, which during her youth had had a population of less than 9,000. Fort Stevens always had been, was now, and always would be Amy's most favorite and beloved place on the planet.

And no amount of rampaging, disease-infested killer zombies was going to change that.

Amy had, of course, come to view the State Park in a new light since the Zombie Uprising of a month earlier. It was now more than just a play land to be enjoyed for a few hours or a day. Now, it was a fortified home which Amy was coming to believe she quite possibly would never leave. In a way, that seemed as if fate. If she were forced to live here for the rest of her life, Amy would live her life happily. She belonged here, and if she lived and died here without ever leaving, so be it. Of course, she would prefer that that life had been a long one, ending decades from now as she sat in the sand, back against a driftwood stump, watching the sun set beyond the distant, watery horizon as her ancient heart peacefully quit working; as opposed to ending at any upcoming moment as she ran for her life, chased by blood thirsty zombies bent on sinking their teeth into her flesh to turn her into one of their own.

When she'd first heard about the virus, the zombies, and the mayhem arising as their numbers grew exponentially, Amy's immediate thought had been to meet up with her family and flee to their cabin in a coastal wilderness area twenty miles to the south. But the zombie madness had prevented that, which left her with one and only one thought: get to the Park. Everyone in her family knew that when Amy spoke of the Park she meant Fort Stevens State Park. And despite the obvious drawbacks of escaping toward the end of a peninsula on which there was no where to hide and from which there was no escape except into the cold waters of the ocean, the multiple notes she left for her family (on the dining room table of her apartment in Warrenton, on the answering machine of her parents' home phone, and on each of the voice mails of each of her family members' personal cell phones) said the only thing any of them needed to know: I'll be at the park waiting for you.

Despite being the only Roberts to reach the Park, Amy wasn't in anyway the only person to get there. A total of 30 others (mostly locals but also including 6 late season tourists) had also headed north up Jetty Road, either intentionally or as a result of being corralled this direction by the rampaging zombies. Amy knew most of the survivors, by face, name, or both; and most of these locals knew Amy as well, again by face, name, or both. Amy hadn't been just another cute little local girl running about the sands and forests all those years, unknown and unidentified by most who saw her. For a variety of reasons (some good, some not) just about every person who'd lived in or around Astoria during her life time knew who she was, even if only a small percentage of them knew her truly or knew her well.

This fame (or in some cases infamy) would now serve Amy and the others in the Park now. They listened to her and (almost without question) did as she instructed in an effort to fortify themselves against the zombie onslaught. They parked their cars side by side across the narrowest portion of the park's peninsula, aiming the vehicles' headlights south down the Jetty Road. As the zombies surged northward looking for victims, they kept mostly to the pavement, the path of least resistance surrounded by soft sand, thick foliage, and brackish water. Most of the locals had come armed, sometimes (like ex-Marine, ex-Sheriff Deputy Amy Roberts) armed to the teeth! Using their own weapons or weapons provided by those near them, the men and women crouched in pickup beds, standing behind sport car hoods, or laying atop SUV roofs moved down the rampaging zombies until the onslaught slowed, then finally ended. The hunters swapped out, killing the zombies in shifts; and when the shooting was finally over 3 days later, the deep, wide pile of squirming, dying flesh was set ablaze, filling the air with a wretched odor that persists even today, long after the burn pile of bodies had been removed and buried farther down the peninsula.

The attack had ceased just in time. After the main fight was over, an inventory of ammunition revealed they'd been down to just three dozen rounds fit for six of their weapons. Another few hours and the Zippies would have been reduced to beating zombies to death with tire irons, base ball bats, and tree limbs.

Zippies. Someone had joked that Fort Stevens State Park was zombie free, which led to Fort Zombie Free Park, then Fort ZP, then Fort Zippy. It had only been a matter of time before the Fort's residents were calling themselves Zippies. And so it had been, for over a month now. After the initial onslaught of zombies had been suppressed, some of the survivors had fled south, looking for family and friends, looking for more secure shelter and supplies, or simply looking for something more than sand and trees. Although she, too, had gone south to scrounge for resources in the nearest homes and businesses, Amy had argued against leaving Fort Zippy permanently. From radio and internet reports, they'd learned a couple of things about the zombies that had Amy convinced that the peninsula was the safest place to be right now.

First, the zombies were attracted to the sounds of human activity. And second, the zombies avoided salt water. Amy was convinced that the combination of sounds of nature (the crashing surf and the coastal winds) were sometimes masking the sounds the Zippies made during the course of their daily duties; or (when the winds blew inland from Fort Zippy toward Astoria) luring the zombies west from the city to the shore of Young's Bay, where they would simply find themselves staring out at the mixing fresh and salt water with no where to go. Amy was convinced that Mother Nature was not only the reason the zombie onslaught had ceased but was also protecting the Zippies here far better than the Zippies could protect themselves out in the world beyond the peninsula.

Her argument had worked on some, but others (all locals in search of friends and family) did leave. Once Amy convinced those remaining that her plan was viable, the Zippies went to work. They borrowed some heavy equipment from an Oregon Department of Transportation work site down the peninsula to build a 20 foot wide and 5 feet deep moat across the narrowest portion of the peninsula. They then blocked their side of the moat with closely arranged vehicles turned on their sides and secured together with any type of lashing material available. A pair of shipping containers from a second construction site fit perfectly side by side across a gully bridge, providing a secured way in and out of the Fort Zippy. Oh, the Zippies still maintained a 24 hour Perimeter Watch, of course; and the moat required daily upkeep to battle the damage done by the incoming and outgoing tidal flow that now connected between the ocean and the Jetty Lagoon. But the extra security of the wall and moat enabled many of the Park's new residents to focus on other assignments necessary for their survival, such as digging and cooking clams.

While all of this had been happening in Fort Zippy, out in the world a United Nations Investigator, Gerry Lane, had been searching down the Zombie Pandemic's Patient Zero in an effort to learn more about and stop the disease. And he'd succeeded. He'd discovered that the zombies only attacked healthy hosts who could then further the spread of the virus. Lane had witnessed the zombies rushing past people who are elderly, injured, or suffering from serious ailments (such as cancer) or potentially deadly diseases (such as meningitis). He'd concluded that if healthy people could be made to look unhealthy, they might become invisible to and then be able to fight the zombies.

And he'd been correct. After injecting himself with a strain of meningitis and walking right through a gang of zombies uninterested in him, Lane and a growing army of UN and WHO doctors set about to vaccinate every man, woman, and child on the planet to camouflage them against zombie attack. With the threat neutralized, the camouflaged people set about destroying the zombies in any number of ways.

But while the news reports of the vaccination program were reaching Fort Zippy, the vaccine itself wasn't. It had been two months since the virus reached Astoria, and yet the Zippies were still here, were still unvaccinated, and were still vulnerable. Zombies were still appearing occasionally, more often than not gunned down before they got anywhere near Fort Zippy's moat. But there had been a couple of serious scares; and once after a zombie had gotten into the camp and bit two Zippies, Amy had had to kill all three of them. It had been a tragic event for her and the others. Amy had killed two people who had come to be friends and comrades. In the past, she and the other perimeter watch members thought they'd recognized zombies they killed as friends and neighbors. It had been inevitable, of course. The zombie population had come from the local population, after all. That fear of killing someone you knew had led to an unwritten rule: never look into the face of a zombie, dead or alive. Shoot, kill, burn, forget.

But the Zippies were getting anxious to get back to their homes, their families, and their lives, presuming any of that still existed. They wanted to get out of here, but without the promised camouflage, the Fort Zippy residents wouldn't last a day south of the perimeter.


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Old 12-27-2016, 01:55 PM   #2
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December 22, 2022

Travis had been wandering around for days now. He had been flown out of New York to Los Angeles on a commercial jet and then by Helicopter up to a small field that had probably been a school oval. He wasn't sure as the building had been burnt down and had collapsed. The helicopter had taken off and wouldn't return for a month. He was on his own until then, but that was fine with him, he had survived worse and now with the vaccine coursing through his veins it was a hell of a lot easier.

His job was to find any other survivors like him and give them the second chance he had been given. In the large rucksack he had on were several small vials, each containing enough doses for several people. In the event he found a large group of people, he had a satellite phone so he could call in an air drop. He had only had to do this once though. Normally he would only find one or two people just scraping by, sometimes a whole family. Large numbers never really seemed to be able to get along with each other, or they just attracted too much attention. If the Z's didn't get them, then their fellow men would.

Travis checked the small map he had and took his bearings. Through experience he was checking the most promising spots first. Coastal areas, high mountainous regions, any caves, cabins in dense forests. Places off the beaten track or near places that Z's didn't like. So far he had found no one, but there was a nice peninsula that looked defensible if anybody had made it there. He was heading there now.

Another hours weary walk and he stopped, bringing up his binoculars and staring down the road. A large shipping container blocked the way and he smiled. Okay maybe this trip wasn't a waste.Something that big would take several people to move. Placing his binoculars back he pointed his gun to the ground and then began to move down the road keeping his hands away from his body. No need to spook them, better to act friendly.

As he got close he began to call out. "Hey anyone there. I would like to come in. Any chance I could see the person in charge?"
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Old 12-27-2016, 02:50 PM   #3
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South Jetty, Fort Zippy:

The radio on Amy's hip vibrated, a function their resident Zippy tech guy had managed to work up to limit the noise the devices created when activated. It might not have seemed like that big a deal, having a voice come over a radio. But when the enemy was attracted to the sounds of humanity, sound became the enemy, too. It was safe to use it here and now, of course, so Amy activated the voice function and responded, "Roberts. Go ahead."

"Gate Watch," reported the perimeter watchman stationed at the shipping containers blocking the only land entrance to Fort Zippy. "One man approaching. On foot. Armed. No exhibition of threat posture, I repeat, no exhibition of threat posture."

By the time the G-dub finished talking, Amy had already turned to look down to the man sitting a bit lower in jetty rocks and (just loud enough to be heard) whistled for his attention. She gestured toward those out on the spit clamming, gave him the Safety Protocol Bravo gesture (which meant, essentially, possible danger but no need to panic yet), and hurried toward the inland end of the jetty. Amy knew that behind her, the man on the rocks was jogging out to the others to have the wrap up their hunting and head back to the camp. Amy asked the Gate Watch if he'd activated the Reserve Watch (which was three more watchmen -- or watchwomen as was sometimes the case -- who, typically, were nearby but not actually standing guard) and got an affirmative answer. By the time the Gate Watch had finished more report about the man's appearance, Amy was on the mountain bike that was her typical mode of transportation within Fort Zippy and heading for the entrance.

She reached the north side of what they called the Jetty Road Gate just in time to hear the Gate Watch call out, "That's close enough! Rifle on the ground before you, please! If you have any other weapons, please keep your hands away from them."

Amy couldn't see what was happening beyond the wall. Over time, they had slowly replaced the various passenger cars and small pickups that had once made up the wall with larger, boxier vehicles to create a more impenetrable barrier. It was a security effort that was saving lives, but it had cost them, too. One evening while trying to get a big UPS box van started, a zombie had appeared out of no where and taken down one of the women Amy had known since childhood. Amy had had to kill her, taking the responsibility for such a tragic thing totally on her shoulders.

She could have peeked through one of the many spy holes in the wall, but instead Amy hurried up the metal staircase they'd taken from a building and attacked to the side of one of the shipping containers. She hurried to the south end, taking a position behind one of the many barrels that formed the castle like crenellation behind which the Gate Watch stood post.

"Report," she said quietly as she studied the man now just thirty yards before the perimeter wall. When the Gate Watch told her there wasn't much more to tell her, Amy studied the man for a moment. She called down, "Identify yourself. Name, origin, and purpose for being here."
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Travis had stood there waiting for a few seconds before he heard a male voice calling out for him to stop approaching and to place his rifle down on the ground. It was a pretty stock standard request and he had developed a way of getting around it without looking to disobey it.

Taking the strap slowly off his shoulder he gently lowered the rifle to the ground and then stood back up, keeping his hands out to his sides. To all intents and purposes it looked like he was obeying the order. In reality the gun was now sitting on his toes of his outstretched foot, and he could kick it straight up and into his waiting hands in a second and be firing in two. He had spent hours practicing and developing the move.

Besides he was not unarmed. He still had two pistols, three knives, and a few other surprises on him. Still it was always good to play nice with the locals.

As he stood there he looked closer at the defenses of the place. Besides the shipping container he could spot lot's of cars parked like a wall, a large moat which was a brilliant idea seeing as the Z's hated salt water, and on top of the container were piled barrels so the defenders had something to hide behind while still giving them a good view. All in all it was a highly defensible place.

Finally he heard a different voice calling out to him and he smiled. This one had the feel of someone in charge. He wasn't fazed by the fact it was female. Both in the military and in this new world he was used to females being in charge.

"The name is Travis Miss. I am originally from Maine but now I work out of New York for the WHO. I am searching for survivors, singular or in groups. You may have heard there is a vaccine, well I am here to tell you it is true and to make sure you get it. Depending on how many people there are in your camp I can either vaccinate you all now or in a day or so."

He stood staring up at the gate wondering if this new person would believe him or if she would need proof before she would let him in.
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"Watch him," Amy told the Gate Watch before turning and ascending to the sand dusted pavement. A pair of Perimeter Watchers (P-dubs) opened the shipping container doors (the equivalent of a castle's inner gates) and flanked her through the 40 feet of darkness to the second set of doors, which they opened after Amy had used the peek holes to ensure their visitor hadn't moved. With the flap of her holster unsnapped and the hammer pulled back on the Colt Model 1911 .45 caliber pistol (all she had left of her absent father) Amy cautiously rested her hand upon the butt of the weapon and headed out, telling the P-dubs, "Wait here."

There was really no reason for either of them to get any closer to the visitor. Although appearing ready to protect Amy and themselves, they didn't have a single live round between them due to a lack of ammunition after four months of zombie killing. Only Amy had a loaded weapon, therefore only Amy continued forward, slowing as she neared the man. She kept aware of her position relative to the Gate Watch atop the container, whose aimed M-16 actually did have bullets. She stopped just short of the visitor, studying him. It was obvious after just a moment that this man had serious military experience, as evidence by his posture, the movement of his eyes as he watched not just her but the increasing number of gathering P-dubs, and the way his gun teetered conspicuously on his foot for quick retrieval. Even with her own experience using fire arms against people, zombies, and people once again (including 6 years Marine Corps, 2 years Clatsop County Sheriffs Department, and four months at Fort Zippy) Amy calculated her odds at taking this man down without getting herself or someone else killed (should it become necessary) at 50-50. Maybe less.

"My name is Amy," she finally said to him. "Amy Roberts. 'Round here, they call me the Sheriff." She nodded at the pack on his back and said with a tone that was part demand, part hope, "Show me the vaccine."
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Travis kept an eye on everything that was happening. He saw the man on top of the containers that was covering him with an old M-16. The lady had been beside him but had left and he assumed she was coming out to meet him, it was the play that usually happened. He also saw a few others out along the line of the cars but they did not appear armed. He was beginning to get a feel for the place.

As the container doors opened and the woman stepped out he got his first good look at her. He was a little surprised at her age but he had to admit she carried herself with confidence and he suddenly knew she had some form of military training. There was just something about the training that they could sense in each other. She could probably sense the same in him.

He saw the two people behind her, and his feeling became almost a certainty. They had not drawn any weapons and they were staying well behind her. In fact as he saw more and more people he saw no more weapons.

"My name is Amy," she finally said to him. "Amy Roberts. 'Round here, they call me the Sheriff." She nodded at the pack on his back and said with a tone that was part demand, part hope, "Show me the vaccine."

Travis nodded at her and smiled. "Hi, My name is Travis Perkins, Amy, but please just call me Travis." He patted his pocket and then looked at her. "I am just going to reach into my pocket and get a small vial." Travis gently eased his hand into his pocket and pulled out a small vial of clear liquid. "This is a small vial of the cure, it is enough for three people. I have two more of these and just by looking around I am pretty sure that is not going to be enough."

He saw the look of disappointment in her eyes and smiled a little at her. "However I do have a way to get more. As soon as I know how many people you have here I can call in an air drop. It will contain food, supplies, enough cure for all of you and," he chuckled, 'Ammunition for any weapons you happen to have."

He looked at her and gestured at her."So Amy does that warrant an invitation inside?"
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Amy watched Travis's movements closely, her hand always ready to pull the pistol if need be. But the need never arose. Though certainty wasn't something they had a lot of around here, Amy was beginning to think that maybe this guy was the real thing.

"How do I know this isn't just water?" she asked after Travis handed her the vial to inspect. "Or worse. Poison."

She gave him a moment to respond, then asked, "Did the World Health Organization send you with any sort of proof of who you are? ID maybe? Papers?"

Again, she gave him a moment to respond, and when he was done she felt confident that he was the real thing. She looked at the vial again, trying to forget her earlier disappointment when he said how little of it he had with him. She looked from the bottle to Travis, carefully snapped her holster shut (the strap would prevent the still cocked hammer from closing down in an accident, blowing off her foot), and answered his earlier question, "Sure. Why don't you come inside."

With a bit of a smirk, Amy conspicuously pocketed the vial in her own jacket as she turned and made an inconspicuous gesture: again, Safety Protocol Bravo. The others with weapons (whether loaded or not) let the dangerous ends of their guns leave the man as he followed behind Amy, but there eyes never left him.

"We call it Fort Zippy," Amy said over her shoulder as they entered the south end of the shipping container on the left the West Gate.

She went through the whole this led to that explanation of the community's name, feeling a bit embarrassed about the childishness of it. Of course, it had been children who had made most of the connections, so maybe the name was appropriate. She didn't explain the second shipping container, though. It was an ace up the sleeve of the Zippies should a human threat arise again, as it had a dozen or more times during the 4 mouths prior. Despite sitting immediately to the right of the West Gate, the other container was called the East Gate, simply to ensure that all concerned remembered which was which. While the West Gate was used for transit in and out of the fortified community, the East Gate was used for storage: a pair of fast moving, always fueled ATVs, shelves and racks full of ready made Molotov cocktails and other non-firearm weapons, sleeping quarters for 8 P-dubs, and more.

After they passed through the north end of the container, Amy gestured Travis to an electric golf cart, into which another P-dub dutifully slipped behind the wheel. She began explaining Fort Zippy as they headed up the Jetty Road. (Google maps link.)

"We currently have 63 people here," she began. She pointed to her left as they passed an access road. "Parking Lot C's over there. Not much there but a Perimeter Watch Station, manned 24/7. They're all manned 24/7, of course. Can't be too careful."

The man behind the wheel of the speeding little car continued along a clockwise route. Occasionally, someone on the road or just inside the coastal foliage would stop what they were doing to eyeball the approaching vehicle, with some waving politely and others staring in surprise at the unfamiliar face. Amy suddenly slapped the driver on the shoulder and told him to stop as they reached a woman and two little girls. She waved them over and retrieved one of what they were collecting, a large mushroom. After she'd thanked them and complimented their work (telling them that they would have clams to add to their soup tonight), Amy urged the driver to continue and explained a bit about the food situation.

"We clam, we crab, we fish." She flashed the mushroom, continuing, "Because of the time of the year, we've got Matsutakes, but that season's ending soon. Plus, they're more of a mountain mushroom."

Suddenly they broke from the tree lined road into Parking Lot D and (at the far east end of the lot) the real Fort Zippy presented itself to the visitor. Arranged almost as if they were frontier wagons circled to fend off a rampaging tribe of Native American warriors (which, Amy would someday explain to Travis, was more Hollywood than history), were two dozen motor coaches, travel trailers, and other containers that could be used to house either people or supplies; and circling the circle of wagons was an additional layer of security, an 8 foot tall chain link fence that was further fortified with a variety of poles, chains, and heavy objects to (hopefully) prevent it from buckling under the onslaught of a zombie horde should one ever get this far into Fort Zippy. Just beyond the pavement yet still within the fence was the park's original covered picnic site, at which a dozen men, women, and children were actively engaged in a number or tasks, most aimed at feeding the camp's inhabitants.

"We have some supplies from out in the world," she continued. "After the original zombie attacks, we raided the local homes and business as best we could. Most of that food is gone now, and we're rationing. We tried to get down south again a week ago, but we ran into trouble."

She didn't explain that the trouble they'd run into was other humans, not zombies. It hadn't surprised Amy in the least to find herself competing with other humans for resources. It had disappointed her. But it hadn't surprised her. Most people had no idea just how small the ratio of supplies to humans who needed them was on a daily basis. Most homes didn't keep enough food, water, first aid, batteries, etc., in their homes to survive the short term aftermath of a wind storm or small earthquake let alone the long term aftermath of a zombie uprising. It was inevitable that people with guns would end up fighting other people with guns.

Normally as the cart approached, a dozen or so people would have looked up from their chores (both within and without the fence) to ensure there was no reason to be alarmed, then go back to their duties. But the word of Safety Protocol Bravo had been passed, and while it was supposed to mean no imminent threat, there were always a number of Zippies who took anything like a new visitor as something about which they should be concerned. By the time the cart came to a stop at the heavier gates of the chain link enclosure, two dozen men, women, and children were watching from every direction to see what was what.

Despite Hollywood's consistent portrayal of post-apocalyptic populations as scroungy, desperate, ragged types, the people surrounding and in some cases slowly nearing Amy and Travis looked little different than they would have if they'd been on an April trout fishing trip to the Cascade lakes or an October deer hunting trip to the Coastal forest lands. It was December and getting colder every day, so of course most wore heavier, thick clothing, often in multiple layers. But there was no filth or ragged desperation to be seen, well, except on the faces of a pair of toddlers who had apparently gotten into something that their maternal guardian was now trying to scrub off their hands and faces.

"Welcome to Fort Zippy," Amy said, gesturing around toward the onlookers. She gave him a moment to eye ball the eye ballers, then moved a bit closer to him and said softly with her hand again on the butt of her side arm, "Before you announce your reason for being here, and what you are promising us, I want you to know that if what you are telling me is untrue in anyway, I won't have to kill you." She glanced past him to the faces that in some instances were filled with the same hope her voice had been earlier. She promised him almost in a whisper, "They will."

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He smiled at her question. "Actually you don't. You basically have to take me at my word. All I can do is tell you that is the cure and hope you believe me. Of course we could wait until a Zombie shows up and test it out but I am guessing you don't want to wait that long."

He smiled again expecting her next question and was already reaching for the small outer pocket of his rucksack. He pulled out a small stack of papers and a card lik a drivers license. "Here you go Ma'am. The card shows that I am in the employ of the WHO and has my ID number on it and that I work out of the New York branch. These papers show that I am indeed carrying a cure and that I am authorized to distribute and administer it to individuals and groups. Finally this one is from the Air force saying I am authorized to use a Sat phone and call in air drops."

He handed them over for her to examine then held his hand out and took them back before storing them safely away again. He caught her hand gesture as she led him inside and guessed it was something along the lines of 'Stand down'. He also noticed as she pocketed the vial. "I would be careful with that if I was you Amy. Get the dose wrong and it does more harm than good. Too little and it doesn't work, too much and it can kill you," he warned her. He made no move to take it back, yet he didn't offer to tell her the correct dose either.

Travis enjoyed his little tour. He was surprised at how clean the place was and indeed even at how clean the people were. Then again they had a good area here and sanitary areas. Some of the places he had been, and the places he had found survivors you wouldn't have wished on your worst enemies. Holes in the ground with another hole dug in the corner for human waste covered with a towel if they were lucky. Water for drinking only, and bathing was something from the distant past. Still they had survived and that was a lot better than most people.

Here people were clean and had clean clothes. They had access to food from the sea and what they could grow. They had also done an excellent job in fortifying the place, but he was pretty sure that most of the weapons carried by these people were empty. There was just a certain way a person carried a loaded firearm and they were not doing it. They carried them too casually, as if they didn't care where they pointed them, or if they bumped them into things. It was if they just didn't expect them to go off.

Still he was pretty sure they could hold out against a casual assault, but he could understand why his offer was sorely needed. He chuckled at her story about how the place got it's name and as they got to their destination he listened carefully to her words and nodded. "I don't doubt it, but you needn't worry Ma'am, everything I told you is on the level."

As he got off the cart and followed her inside the gate he smiled at all the people watching and gave them a small wave. He was already planning the phone call he was going to have to make. He had a designated time to check in and that was not for several hours yet. Time enough to get all the information he would need from Amy if she was willing to trust him. Already he knew he was going to need 63 cure shots, the largest drop he had ever heard of. He was also going to need supplies and ammunition of course but what this place really needed was a desal plant. Even a small one would save heaps on water. A group this size might just warrant a generator as well. Scrounging fuel might be their problem but then again having a secure base out here might be to the WHO's advantage. He would push for it.Still first things first.

"So Amy is there a place where we should talk first on do I put this to all your people at once? I have to report in in..." he looked down at his watch, "two hours and 17 minutes. So far all I know is that you need 63 shots. How about we discuss what else I can do for you?"
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Amy was watching the other Zippies and their reactions to the stranger. The personalities of her fellow survivors had always been of great interest to her. Some had become very quiet and introverted after the horrors of the Zombie Uprising, a sort of shell shock, a PTSD. Others, however, were just as lively as they'd been before the fall of society. Here now, with Travis walking about the camp next to her, the reactions varied as much as the people. Some shied back. Some just stared. Some nodded their greetings. And still others came up to quickly ask questions the thought he could answer about what was happening out in the world.

One of the drawbacks to having only partial communication (much of it unofficial) with those beyond the Fort Zippy Wall was that it was impossible to know what was true and what wasn't. Was there really a cure? Was it coming here soon? Is there anyone out there alive? Does the Government exist? Who's the President now? These and a couple of dozen other questions flew at Travis, more often than not before he'd been able to fully answer the previous question.

Amy was anxious about how the man was going to address his own possession of the vaccine, so she was happy when he held back the specific reason for his being here. When he asked whether or not she wanted to deal with this more privately, she gestured him to follow, then told the others with her authoritarian tone, "Settle down, everyone! There will be lots of time for questions tonight at dinner, but for now our guest needs to see some hospitality."

The questions continued but faded as Amy led Travis away toward a large white Class A motor coach, telling him with a smile, "We call it City Hall."

Inside, the coach looked more like a SWAT vehicle than a vacation rig. Every horizontal surface and many of the vertical ones sported maps or inventory sheets or things to do lists; one corner was thick with long guns that (due to the lack of ammunition) were of little more value than a club; and all but the narrow walking path from fore to aft was a clutter of boxes, crates, and bags full of a variety of resources. Amy gestured Travis one of the bench seats at the little dining table, then cleared a portion of it by pushing the papers off onto one of the other seats. She began shedding her outer garments (day pack, vest, coat, outer shirt) until she was down to a thin tee shirt, through which her nipples (hardened by the standard 68 degree interior temperature of the coach) poked noticeably.

"Me first," she said, setting the vial she'd kept on the table as she rolled up a sleeve to expose her inner arm to Travis. "Show me its real."

Beyond Travis, Amy's second in command quickly objected, "No way!"

"Carl, I can't ask the others to try this without knowing whether or not it works," she said quickly, knowing the man was going to object even before she made the suggestion. She looked to Travis, thrusting out her arm expectantly. She said in a demanding voice, "Me first. Then, we go out and test it."

"Bull shit!" Carl snapped. He began shedding his own gear and outer clothes, demanding, "I should be the one who--"

"You're going, too, Carl," Amy cut him off. She laughed. "I ain't going out there without someone I trust close enough to put a bullet through my brain if this doesn't work. I ain't being a zombie."

She looked to Carl, noting his expression. It was a combination of Good idea, let's do it and Oh fuck, really? I changed my mind. Amy looked back to Travis as if needed validation that what she was suggesting made sense, then emphasized her offered arm again.

"Me first."
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Travis answered as many questions as he could. Yes he knew that there was a cure but he wasn't sure when it would make it's way out here. He knew of several other groups spread out across the country and yes there was a sort of Government set up. No there was no President but a council of sorts. He kept his answers vague as he didn't know how the leadership structure worked here and he didn't want to step on Amy's toes.

When she finally got everyone to back off and led him into the trailer she described as their 'City Hall' he was sort of glad. Not that he minded the questions, it was just becoming harder to evade giving out important information.

He was impressed at the amount of information they had been able to gather. All of the maps gathered in one place, he would definitely like to get a look at those. He had some old maps and a couple of satellite images the WHO had been able to get a hold of, but these looked like they had personal notes on and some had even been hand drawn.

He sat down opposite Amy and not unexpectedly she pulled out the vial. What was unexpected though was her stripping off most of her upper clothing. A blush rose in his face as he observed her nipples poking out of her thin top. It had been a while since he had been with a woman and she was good looking, if a little older than himself, however that mattered little to him.

Shaking himself he looked at her as she told him she wanted him to inject her. He had no problems doing so and reached for the vial and then his bag as he searched for a needle. As he pulled one out he heard the other man in the room voice his objections and offer to take her place. As he filled the needle with the correct dosage he waited for them to decide just who was taking it.

Finally they made up their minds and he gestured for her arm. "Now I can tell you a bit about this cure before I give it to. You see it is not so much a cure as it is a disease." He saw the shocked look on her face and he hastened along. "Now don't misjudge me. We...well when I say we I mean the WHO...worked out that the Z's didn't attack people that were sick, or diseased. So the cure actually makes you sick, but in a controlled way, this way the Z's ignore you. The problem is you may become a little sick after I give this to you and in some cases a lot sick. Don't worry as long as the dose is right no one has died. Normally you just get the sniffles and a slight headache. Worst case it's like a bad flu, you are just down for a few days."

He smiled and held it up. "Still want it?"

At her nod he quickly wiped her arm with an alcohol swab and then injected her. Then swapped out the needle and again measured out a dose and did the same for Carl. He then handed back the vial to Amy and smiled. "One more dose left. I suggest you keep it and decide who gets it. I will just request 60 doses from base."

He looked at both of them and relaxed a little. "That is going to take a few hours to work it's way into your system. While we wait do you mind if we eat a little and discuss a few things?"

Amy smiled and leaned out the door calling for some food and then sat back down. "Okay," Travis began, "Let me begin by telling you a bit about what is happening in the world. At the moment the WHO has a couple of bases around America. One in New York, One in Los Angeles and One in Denver. There are a few Army facilities as well but for obvious reasons I can't tell you where they are, and Washington is slowly being rebuilt." He shook his head, "Personally I think it is a waste of time but I am not one of the people in charge."

"At the moment communications with other countries is sketchy at best and travel there is out of the question. However as of two weeks ago there were people still alive in China, Australia, Russia, Great Britain and Germany that we know of."

The food he had requested arrived and he tucked into a plate of muscles, clams, and fish soup with gutso. "Sorry it's been awhile since I ate anything that smelled this good," he apologized.

After he had finished half the bowl he looked at the two of them. "Okay by the looks of things you have some decent weapons but no ammunition, and a lot of land but nothing to grow on it. I have a proposition for you. You have a good place here, and if you are willing to let the WHO use it occasionally I think I might just be able to swing a few important items for you. How does a generator and a Desal unit sound. Of course I would be able to get you supplies and ammunition and of course the cure no matter what. Now was there anything else you wanted to know?"
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Amy was understandably shocked by Travis's explanation of the cure. She knew that many vaccines were a harmless version of the very diseases they were made to combat, but this! Travis was talking about infecting her with a live disease (three, actually, a mix of meningitis, smallpox, and H1N1) to actually make her ill.

"But, then you cure me?" she asked. When he explained that she could only be given the vaccines for all three active diseases after the camouflage had been shown to be successful, Amy was relieved but still doubtful.

He asked, "Still want it?"

She was hesitant, looking to Carl for some sort of supportive gesture or encouraging words. Instead, all her Deputy did was shrug. But Amy let Travis inject the two of them, after which they sat down to eat and talk about the local, national, and international situations. Watching the visitor scarf down the mostly seafood meal was entertaining. Amy had grown up at the meeting of the Columbia River and Pacific Ocean, so she'd obviously grown up on the offerings from the fresh and salt water sources, as well as from the forests on their fringes. But recently, as (in order) the fresh, boxed, and canned foods began running out, the Zippies had ended up with little more than fish and mollusks under mushrooms, sea weed, and local berries. It was uplifting to see Travis so thoroughly enjoy what the rest of them were eating simply because there were no other choices.

"That'd be nice," Amy said when Travis got to the topics of what the World Health Organization could offer them. She explained that their forays south of the Wall had had to stop as their ammunition got short. She laughed, telling Travis with a laugh, "You get us a case of two ply and a six pack of a northwestern microbrew, and I guarantee you at least two eager young Zippies to keep you warm in bed tonight." She laughed again as she stood to begin digging through an overhead storage bin, saying, "Hell, you get me a box of forty five cal' and a working sat' phone, and I'll keep you warm."

She had to turn her face away from Travis as the inappropriate offer caused her face to explode in deep red. Amy hadn't gotten laid since a couple of weeks before the Zombie Uprising, and even the satisfaction that night had come after the man she'd picked up in a bar had left and she'd put her own fingers to work between her thighs. Amy had vowed not to have sex with anyone inside Fort Zippy because they were all essentially members of her unit and under her command. She'd done the same as a Marine or Deputy, swearing off any sort of sexual liaisons with fellow grunts or badges.

Amy found Travis very attractive. And she'd love nothing more than to get naked with the man and test the motor home's shocks and parking jacks. But she worked with Travis now. Didn't she? Yes. And again no. He was here now, working with her to help the others. But, he'd be leaving, wouldn't he? So, she didn't really work with him. He was sort of like a short term contractor, so, she could fuck him. Now? Maybe. Certainly when he was about to leave, though.

She found the bottle of rum she'd been after and returned to sit across from Travis, explaining that she'd been saving it for good news. She sipped from the bottle, then offered it to Travis, from whom Carl would certainly and politely ask for it, too. Amy studied Travis for a moment, thinking about fucking him. She smiled a bit, thinking Jesus, girl, you just met him. She was so horny that she was already fantasizing positions with a man she'd only met who (for all she knew) might have a wife and family back in where ever it was he had said was home.

"Why don't you go get Hanna," Amy suggested to Carl after she'd gotten the bottle back from him. After the Deputy had departed, Amy explained, "After the Uprising, Hanna's family, they've got a beach house a couple of miles south of the park. Anyway, they got trapped there. They were safe and secure and didn't think Fort Zippy would be any safer for them. Probably right. And they had plenty of food and such. Hanna had been on the radio with them twice a day every day. Until a couple of days ago. We haven't heard from them. Could be anything. But I'm having a hard time keeping Hanna calm. She went over the Wall once. Nearly got herself killed. I think her family's just fine, but." She shrugged. "If she learns we're going out, she'll want to go, vaccinated or not. So. I'd like her to be the third."

They were discussing a plan for the next day when a knock on the door was followed by the entry of a beautiful young brunette entered, immediately hesitating at the sight of the stranger. Amy introduced the two of them, explained (to Hanna' shock and subsequent delight) the vaccine, then had Travis stick her with a needle, too. Amy told Hanna, "We're going out about nine tomorrow. Have Carl set you up with a proper weapon--" That, of course, meant one with ammunition in it. She continued, "--and we'll go out and check on your folks. Good?"

Hanna was, by now, all smiles. She gave Amy a big hug, then (with a moment's hesitation, as she wondered whether or not it was appropriate) she leaned in to hug Travis and kiss his cheek. She pulled her face back and said with what sounded like a bit of erotic inappropriateness, "I'll find a way to make this up to you. I promise."

She stood tall, eying Travis, then smiling to Amy. When she asked if there was anything she could do, Amy told her, "Why don't you go turn on the heat in the Jacobsen's Airstream." She looked to Travis, explaining, "They slipped out one night, wanting to get back home. You can use their trailer while your here." Hanna bounded out with a new life in her movements. Amy waited until Travis looked back to her, then said with a laugh, "Hell! That one wouldn't cost you toilet paper or ammunition." Amy stood at Carl's return, finalized their plans to go out and test the vaccine the next day, then told Carl to show their guest to the Airstream. She offered her hand to the WHO rep'.

"I'm not gonna kiss your cheek, Travis," she said with a smile, "but I want you to know I appreciate you being here as much if not more than any of the others. Even more than Hanna, who's probably already contemplating names for the children she's gonna bear you." She laughed again. "If this works, and I trust you when you say it will, so let me put that differently. When this works, you're going to make a lot of people very happy around here."

She watched Travis and Carl head off toward the shining, silver trailer, then turned back to the maps and notes spread all across the various horizontal surfaces. She snatched up her Things To Do list, edited it, and stuffed it into the pocket of the nearby sitting jacket. Then, contemplating on the unbelievable jump forward Travis's arrival was, she laughed with delight.



After dinner with the whole of Fort Zippy's population (including the Perimeter Watchers, who relieved one another so everyone ate a hot meal) and the descent of the sun beyond the Clatsop Spit's low elevation forest, Amy had to get firm with the excited Zippies to get them to let Travis get away to the Airstream for a good night's sleep. She was amazed at how everyone had treated him. It was as if a rock star had dropped in on small night club's jam session or a war hero had made a surprise visit to his family's summer reunion.

"Get some sleep," she told him as she reached a hand out at the door to the trailer. As he turned to open the door, Amy said suddenly, "Hey, um. Travis." She couldn't immediately bring herself to look into his eyes, and when she did she wore a bit of a devilish grin. She glanced at the trailer, then back to him, then said in a soft voice, "I, um. I just, wanted to say." She laughed, short and sharp, blushing. "I wanted to say, I hope you have a good night. Really. You deserve it." She turned and walked away, not looking back to see or hear his reaction to what awaited him inside the house on wheels.
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Travis was surprised by Amy's offhand remark about sharing his bed. Hell she was an attractive woman and all but he never really took gratuities like that. It was just to easy to fall into that trap. The amount of times he had been offered the same deal because he had cured someone or given them a few measly supplies, if he had taken them all up on it he was sure it would have changed him. Still there was something about her that was very appealing and he would probably only see her for a few days and then never again. What would be the harm?

His musings were interrupted as she passed him the bottle of rum and he took a small sip to be polite. He was not a big drinker but had learned how to fake it so as he passed it to Carl he wiped his lips he listened to her about Hanna and nodded. A good choice actually. If there was anything amiss it would give him a chance to show them how the cure worked and unfortunately he had a feeling that there was. Hopefully they were just hunkered down and could no longer get to the radio, but worse case...

Hanna turned out to be a rather young, beautiful, brunette. He was knocked back at her enthusiastic hug and kiss on his cheek after he had inoculated her and actually smiled as she left again wondering if she was offering to share his bed and how he would gently let the girl down.

Before he left to go to the trailer Amy denied him his kiss from her and for some strange reason he was actually disappointed, yet he was pleased that she was happy.

"Think nothing of it. This is my job, finding survivors and trying to make their lives a little easier. Who knows, one day we might actually find an actual cure for the Z's and get our world back. We just have to hold out until then."

He left with Carl and was escorted over to the trailer. It was amazingly comfortable inside with it's own kitchen, dining area with lounge seats and to the rear a large double bed. Heck it even had it's own toilet and shower. Carl saw his look and smiled. "Yeah she's a beauty, but for what you are promising I think you deserve it." Then his face turned blank and his voice got a little threatening. "Of course you better not be yanking our chains or there are other places here that are not so pleasant."

Smiling again he started walking away. "Dinners in an hour. I will come and pick you up."


Travis had been able to have his first shower in over two weeks and he actually felt clean again. Oh he had bathed in streams and sponged washed but a shower! It had been sooo good.

At dinner he had answered as many questions as he could while being vague on some of them. He kept news of the cure to himself but had mentioned that he might be able to help the camp out, although how he kept secret as well. He did tell about the outside world and what was going on, but again he kept it vague.

He was amazed at how much attention he got and eventually it was Amy who had to almost escort him out and back to the trailer. She said goodnight sort of cryptically and he walked in tired and shrugged off his shirt and headed for the bed before he spotted her.

He was shocked and stood stunned for a minute before he regained his senses. She meanwhile just looked at him with a cheeky smile and beckoned him towards the bed. Finally he recognized Hanna, okay he had not really been looking at her face so shoot him. It had been a long while since he had shared anyone's bed.

He walked towards her and finally stopped at the end of the bed and sighed. How was he going to get this girl out now. It was obvious she was not leaving and by all the signs she was actually horny and damn so was he. Oh to hell with it, it had just been far to long.

Removing the rest of his clothes he crawled on top of her and kissing her deeply he pulled her legs around his waist and sunk himself deep inside her. He was going to enjoy this young woman several times tonight but this first time was just going to be hard and fast.

He fucked her like an animal in heat, plunging into her time and time again, grunting and groaning before he pulled out and flipped her over, pulling her to her knees and entering her from behind. His thrusts became more urgent as he pounded harder and harder into her, their bodies slapping together and the place echoing to their cries.

Finally he felt the tingling in his balls and he thrust harder and harder into her before he began to come deep into her and he cried out his release before collapsing on top of her and then rolling to the side clutching her to him.

It was several minutes before he nuzzled her ear and spoke the first words he had since he had entered the trailer. "Just give me a few minutes my dear and we can start again, only this time we will take it a little slower," he chuckled.
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Hanna had never really considered herself a slut. But she liked men. Liked men a lot! Like Amy, she'd known getting involved with the men inside the walls of Fort Zippy could only lead to complications. She hadn't wanted that. Hadn't wanted that. But. Still. She got them, occasionally. Going without sex? C'mon! That just wasn't going to happen, end of the world or not. So, there had been a few nights when she just couldn't resist and had dragged some available cock off to either her or its trailer or even off to the woods beyond the chain link surrounding the wagon train circle to get a little release.

But it had been a while since Hanna last got some. And the arrival of this good looking, heroic stranger (who likely wouldn't be around long, therefore fewer complications) had been just what she needed to justify taking her clothes off and opening her legs. The feel of Travis's cock pounding inside her was so very much worth the crap she was going to take from some of the men she'd been turning down over the past four months, as well as from some of the women who those same men hadn't shown an interest in, women who themselves would have loved a shot at the stranger from the WHO.

When Travis turned her over to her knees, Hanna pulled a pillow over her forearms, grasped the edge of the mattress, buried her face into the fluffing, and (after some slapping of the man's groin against her ass) cried out in ecstasy just ten or fifteen or so seconds before Travis himself grunted out in his own obvious satisfaction. Still gasping in her afterglow, Hanna pressed back into Travis's body as he spooned, clutched, and promised her more excitement as soon as he could get his breath back. She giggled, pressing and grinding her ass against his still partially stiff erection. When he was finally ready to get back to it, she pushed him back to the mattress and mounted the World Health Organization rep' as she demanded, "You just lie back, Doctor Who. Let me do the work this time 'round."

Hanna wasn't the type to play around when it came to pleasure of this type. Life had always been too short for unnecessary foreplay, and now with most of the humans on Earth trying to kill the rest, life was as short as her first boyfriend's cock. She needed more orgasms. She rocked back and forth in Travis's lap with an energetic consistency, until she was shining with a layer of sweat and each of them was moaning or crying out to more than their share of badly needed climaxes.



In her own trailer, Amy stripped down to her underwear, then donned the pair of loose fitting sweats that were her standard dress for bed. Before the uprising, she'd typically slept in a pair of boy shorts and a loose fitting sports bra. But these days, you never knew when you might need to leap from bed and deal with some issue; and Amy really had no desire to do such a thing in clothes that would bring her unwanted attention from the Fort's male population.

She switched off the light and started to head to her bed, then hesitated. She knew she shouldn't, but she stepped over to her window and pulled back to shades. Although the Jacobsen trailer was very securely supported by trailer jacks to prevent it from shaking about, there was still enough movement on its frame from the energetically fucking pair to cause the now-useless satellite dish on top to wiggle back and forth, made noticeable to Amy only by the way the moon's light was reflecting off it. She found herself envious of Hanna, but at the same time knew that she couldn't have opened her own thighs to the visitor. Her position simply didn't allow for such things.

That didn't mean she couldn't enjoy a bit of her own release and relief tonight, though. She made her way to her bed, pulled out the vibrator with solar recharged batteries, and drove herself to a pair of badly needed orgasms while fantasizing that Travis's head was between her thighs. It wasn't the same joy Hanna was enjoying at this moment. But it was enough.



The next morning:

"That's fucking insane!"

Amy looked up from the map spread out across an opened tailgate to Carl. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me," he told her. "That's crazy! You can't be serious."

They argued back and forth for a moment on the plan about which Amy had been telling them, with some of the others chiming in on either side. But most of their suggestions included shifting the danger from Amy to themselves, and she wasn't having that. She returned them to the plan, repeated its key points again for clarification, asked for comments, and (when all she got was the shrugs of shoulders and shakes of heads) she told them, "Let's do this."

The plan was simple, though as her Deputy had said maybe a little bit insane. But it went off without a hitch. Amy and Travis went out ahead of the others on a pair of well oiled bicycles that made no noise other than that of rubber on black top. They dismounted a couple of hundred yards shy of the Jetty-Burma Road junction (almost 3 miles south of Fort Zippy), which was north of the location of the last sighting of the Stoners. (google maps link) The Stoners were zombies who (with no humans to pursue and infect) had gone into a sort of catatonic state and, now, were just standing around staring off at nothing as if totally baked.

They walked away from the bikes until they could see the junction. At this point, Amy keyed the mike on her radio twice, silently (at least on her end) signaling the Perimeter Watchers waiting back at the Gate. Six P-dubs departed in what Fort Zippy's kids called the Mad Max cars and which the adults called the Double M's. They were 4x4 pickup trucks fortified with cages of welded steel grating to protect the P-dubs behind the wheel and in the bed; sharpened stakes and other pointy objects designed to penetrate attacking Zeeks; cushioned cases of Molotov cocktails; and (on one at least) a flame thrower, which currently had no fuel.

As the noisy vehicles headed south toward Amy, Travis continued south away from her (on foot and alone) toward the Jetty-Burma junction. His camouflage was already proven, which should mean that when the rumbly engines of the Double M's stimulated the Stoners back to life, they should just run right by him. And they did. Amy's heart (which had already been beating) was soon pounding harder than it had the night before when she drove herself to orgasm. First a single zombie walked into view down Jetty Road; then a pair of them appeared on Burma. By the time Amy turned to see the Double M's coming into view, a dozen zombies were nearing Travis at a full sprint. She took a firing stance and raised the AR-15 she was packing, preparing to kill anything that even looked cross ways at Travis.

Despite having told the man from the WHO that she believed in his cure, Amy was still shocked when the zombies ran right past Travis. Deep in her heart she'd obviously still had doubts. That shock of seeing him spared was quickly replaced by another shock, of course, as she realized that the zombies were now heading right at her! The end of her weapon's barrel moved quickly left, right, left, right as she tried to determine which of the approaching killers was the greatest danger and needed to be dropped first.

"Don't shoot! Amy! Don't shoot!"

Consciously, Amy didn't hear Travis's command. And yet, her finger remained pressed against the metal of the weapon's trigger without tensing and sending out its deadly projectiles. And to her great shock and relief, the zombies flew past her one by one as if the creatures were little children, she was a piece of broccoli, and the Double M's coming up behind her were ice cream trucks. As the last zombie shot by her, Amy spun, leveling her weapon on the backsides of them. As planned, the trucks had stopped and turned to face north at the first sight of danger; and now as the zombies closed on the noisy vehicles, the Double M's headed north, drawing the enemy away from Amy and Travis.

"Satisfied?"

Amy flinched and spun to find Travis walking toward her. She didn't realize it but she was smiling from ear to ear. As her brain caught up to her and she finally heard his one word question, she began laughing, almost hysterically. "I can't believe that! That was incredible! They just--"

Behind her, up Jetty Road, the sound of gunfire marked the end of the former-Stoners. A moment later, a third vehicle (this one an all electric Leaf that operated in almost total silence) came around a corner with Carl behind the wheel and Hanna sitting beside him. They came to a stop and each hopped out.

"My God!" Carl said, shaking hands with Travis, then Amy, "That was insane, like I said. But it worked. As the Double M's passed, I wailed on the horn, and the Zeeks rushed over to Little Spark but then looked inside like we weren't even sitting there."

By now Hanna had given Amy a big hug, then did the same with Travis, giving him a big smack on the lips before backing away to hug Amy again. The congratulations continued a moment longer before Hanna asked, "Can we go check on my folks?
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Travis had woken up feeling slightly tired but feeling a hell of a lot better than he had in a long time. He was a little disappointed to find Hanna had slipped out sometime during the early hours of the morning but he guessed she had to live here and being seen coming out of the newcomers trailer might raise too many eyebrows.

He had acted normal around her during the briefing and as he had listened to Amy's plan he had to admit it sounded good. Of course her team hated it and he couldn't blame them. They couldn't be sure the cure worked and to have their boss risk herself was just too much for them. He knew she was going to be fine though but this was something they needed to work out between themselves.

Finally they had left and the plan had gone off without a hitch although he was afraid she was going to blow it by shooting when the Z's had charged her. However she had held her nerve and they had passed her just like he had promised her. After Carl and Hanna had rejoined them he smiled as he got another full blooded kiss and he blushed a little looking over at Amy. Still as Hanna asked about her question he nodded. "Sounds good to me. Now that you know the cure works we might as well do what we came to do."

They had piled into the small electric cart and ha driven off to Hanna's house to find it surrounded by a small group of Z's. Hanna had panicked but Travis and Amy calmed her down. The house itself hadn't been breached and still looked secure and the Z's were just sitting around.

"Looks like everyone inside has gone into hiding so the Z's don't attack. No wonder you haven't heard anything. Problem is once we attack they will come for us. This cure is fine if you do nothing but the moment you attack or are aggressive then they will notice you. I suggest we make sure we know where they all are and take out as many quietly as we can, then use our guns as a last resort."

Amy and Carl nodded and even Hanna had reluctantly but resolutely nodded. Amy had sent Hanna to guard the front door and pick off any she saw at the front and then sent Carl to the right while she went left. Travis moved to the rear of the house and began counting. He saw four Z's just standing around and signaled to Amy and Carl. Amy signaled back 4 and Carl 5. Travis held up his hand again and held up 2 fingers meaning he could kill 2 silently. Amy held up 1 and Carl 2.

Travis nodded and drew a large machete from his back and placed a full riding mask on. He had been reassured by the WHO doctors time and time again that only a bite could turn him but he still wasn't taking any chances of getting blood in his mouth or eyes.

He casually walked up to one of the Z's that was standing far away from the rest and lopped of it's head. The rest stirred a little but remained motionless and he walked to his next target and did the same. Now the remaining two took notice. The scent of blood had them raising their heads and moving towards him and he raised the mask so it did not obstruct his view and raised his rifle. He hadn't heard any other shots yet but his two were getting mighty close. Shrugging he took aim and as they started running he fired off two quick shots and was running towards the front even as their heads exploded in red mist.

As he rounded the corner he heard two shots from far out then two from near the door. He also heard three from the other side of the house. Quickly taking in the situation Travis picked off the Z that had escaped Carl and then ran towards Amy's side but saw her walk around the corner smiling. "All good here."

Hana was beside herself, anxious to get inside and check on her parents. Travis checked the door, but as he thought, it was locked and he and Carl had to use force to break it in. All four of them searched high and low before Hanna noticed a new addition in the kitchen and Carl opened up a trapdoor into a small dugout room. Her parents were in it, passed out from exhaustion and suffering from dehydration but alive. Another day or so and they might not have been.

Carl and Travis carried them out to the cart and sent them back to camp. Amy and him would walk back. He watched as they quickly left and turning to Amy he gestured back towards camp. "Well shall we. It is a bit of a walk and we should probably leave the area. The noise will probably attract any Z's in the area."
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As an MP and (when necessary) Over Watch sniper, Amy had always hated pulling the trigger. She hadn't gone into the Marines to kill people. Afterward, as a Clatsop County Sheriff Deputy, that desire to keep her finger off the trigger had continued. If a bad guy could be brought down still breathing, why not? But Amy had no problem whatsoever killing Zeeks. Oh, sure, she thought she'd recognized a few of the zombies in those early days as former friends and neighbors. Thankfully, none had ever appeared to be a family member. That had always been a fear because (as she herself had) Amy had expected her family to head for Fort Stevens if they hadn't been able to get to the cabin down south.

She'd found a position from which she could dispatch her portion of the Stoners with little threat of being easily overwhelmed, then waited for the first firing to begin elsewhere. The first shots drew her Stoners' attention, and she pulled the trigger of her father's .45 once, then again, then again. She took a couple of steps to the right so that she could see Hanna, and suddenly a forgotten fact came to her: Hanna hadn't yet killed a Zeek up close and personal. Everything would have been fine if the younger woman had simply stood still and silent, but instead she rushed for the door of the house, only to find it locked. Amy rushed toward her with her side arm high, popping off several more shots to drop the Stoner's who'd been looking at Hanna like she was a post-pot party snack plate.

And then, it was over. Travis came around the corner, and Amy reassured him that all was well. As Hanna neared her with a face full of embarrassment, the Sheriff of Fort Zippy whispered, "It's okay. You're good. Go find your folks."

And find them they did. Hanna's parents were looking haggard and desperate, but they were alive and that was all that mattered. After Carl and Hanna sped away with the two and Travis suggested a walk back to the bikes, Amy turned south instead, saying, "Let's take a walk, okay?"



It took them almost three hours to reach Amy's destination, despite being just a bit more than two miles further south. They kept off the roads, which were popular with the salinity-hating zombies who stayed out of the sandy woods; and soon enough they arrived at a little cabin sitting in the middle of a large field of thin beach grass. Amy just stood on the edge of the woods for a long moment, staring at the building as if the building was haunted and not a place to explore.

"I used to be a cop," Amy finally began. She told Travis about her being a Deputy, about her investigating a drug dealer, about her confronting him (and beating the crap out of him) after he had beat the crap out of his own daughter. "I was suspended, then dismissed. Later, though, they found out that a couple of my own fellow Deputies had set me up, trying to get me beaten up because I wouldn't fuck'em." She went quiet for a moment, then continued, "I got a nice little settlement from the County. And from each of the Deputies." She nodded her head toward the little cabin. "That's mine. Belonged to one of the pricks who set me up. After he signed over the title, I came her to burn it down. But then. Didn't. Instead, I gave it to the daughter of the fucker I beat up. She was 16. Moved in here with an aunt from Portland."

Amy headed for the house, finding the door open and unlocked. She pulled her .45, leveled it before her close to her chest, and headed inside, followed by Travis. The place had been ransacked, and when they reached the kitchen they found that it had been pillaged of everything except a single can of creamy corn that had rolled behind the garbage can which even after all this time was still alive with bugs devouring its reeking contents. Amy checked every room, finding no sign of the girl but also saying she hadn't really expected good news.

She finally sat on the end of the bed, still made up perfectly, and just stared at the wall for a long moment. Then, she suddenly burst out in sobs, the memories of all she'd lost flooding her consciousness in full force.
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Travis had expected them to head back to camp, or Fort Zippy, but Amy had turned and headed out further with a suggestion of a Walk.

Travis didn't know what this ladies definition of a walk generally was, but a three hour march through woods growing out of sandy ground while being careful not to bump into any slumbering Z's was not his.

Finally they had come upon a nice house sitting in a clearing. It looked picturesque and he began to walk towards it before he saw that Amy hadn't moved. He backtracked to stand beside her and saw the faraway look of someone more lost in their memories than seeing what was in front of them. He waited politely and sure enough she began speaking to him in a quiet monotone sort of way.

She told him about her past in such a way that it was like it was painful for her, but she just had to tell someone before it became too much for her. As she drew her sidearm and headed for the door, Travis did the same. It was not a good sign to find the place unlocked and as he followed her in he could spot that the place had been looted.

It looked like everything of value had been taken, well everything of value in this new world. All electrical appliances were still here but the TV was smashed. The cupboards were bare and all the cutlery and sharp knives were gone.

He followed Amy through the house watching her search the rooms until she sat on the end of the bed and just stared at the wall while he stood in the doorway. He holstered his gun and was about to go back to the kitchen when he heard her start to cry.Turning back he saw her just sitting there, tears streaming down her face as sobs wracked her body. He guessed she had just reached her limit and with no one around to see her she had given in to her feelings of despair.

He let her cry for a few minutes knowing she needed it, then walked in and sat beside her and drew her into his arms, providing warmth and comfort. He rubbed her back and said nonsense words, just letting her know he was there for her until she calmed down enough that she would actually hear him.

"It's okay Amy, we all need to let it out sometime," he smiled down at her. "Besides it's a good thing we found no sign of her. It probably means she got out of here and is holed up some other place. Don't worry I will keep an eye out for her. You just give me a picture when we get back," he told her smiling.

Holding her tighter he rocked her a little. "Damn, this is going to be a hell of a story to tell at dinner tonight," he teased her trying to get her spirits back up, "I wonder what everyone will say," he chuckled.
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Being in Travis's arms was just what Amy had needed. Back at Fort Zippy, she had to portray herself as a solid, sturdy, confident, strong leader every minute of the day; and she certainly couldn't break down like this in the arms of one of the male Zippies. There was something else she couldn't do with one of the male Zippies. Amy had laid her hand upon Travis's chest, as he had with one of his hands upon her back. But now, she caressed it upwards, to his neck as she raised her face to look into his eyes.

Then, as her hand wrapped around to the back of his neck, Amy lifted her mouth to press it against his.
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Travis was a little surprised at the way things had turned, but he was not going to pass on the opportunity. He pulled her in a little closer with the hand upon her back and kissed her back, gently at first and then a little deeper, allowing his tongue to gently seek access to her mouth and then to begin dueling with her tongue.

If this was as far as it went he was fine with that, but god help him, he hoped she wanted a hell of a lot more than this.
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Amy was gonna get herself some, and right now! It had been far too long, and finally she had an available man who would be leaving soon and, therefore, not become a complication. She turned to let her feet hit the floor, pressed into Travis, and a moment later had him on his back and was straddling him, their groins together as she continued kissing him hungrily and began grinding her womanhood against his manhood. The passion (and the lust) had simply exploded in her, and quickly (as she kissed and bit at Travis's neck) her hands were at his belt, jerking it loose before beginning to work on his button.

Then.

Amy went still.

"Fuck," she groaned. She pressed her forehead into Travis's neck as she murmured, "Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuuuuuuuck." She lifted up away from Travis, standing and turning away to stare at nothing at all for a moment. She looked back over her shoulder at him, specifically to his crotch where the growth she'd incited was obvious. She laughed, embarrassed, saying again, "Fuck."

She headed to the door, paused, then without looking back said softly (and reluctantly), "We should get back."
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She was not the only one to be saying Fuck. Travis might have only gotten some relief last night but he had been hard and ready to do so again when she had suddenly backed away. He felt the ache in his balls as he buttoned himself back up and then stood up to do up his belt.

He looked at her with a mixture of understanding and longing and then sighed. "Yeah, we wouldn't want to be caught out after dark."

Reluctantly he gathered up his rifle and then walking over he kissed her softly and smiled. "I get it, really I do. However if you ever change your mind I am more than willing to help you out," he chuckled, "believe me."

They checked their weapons then walked out the door and stopped to let their eyes adjust to the light before proceeding back the way they had come. They were able to move a little quicker as they knew there were no Z's in the vicinity and Travis decided to try chatting to her.

"So I know you used to be a cop, but I am guessing you did some time in the forces." He smiled at her as he blushed a little. "Sorry I did too and there is just something about the way you move. Like can pick like I guess. I always know if a person I meet has ever been in. Me, i was in the Marines. Made it all the way to Sergeant if you can believe that. Was a scout and worked with some good people. Lost a few too." He slipped into his memories for a second then shook his head and came back. "What about you?"

He listened to her reply and nodded. "Guess our lives are pretty similar. I got out and became a cop as well. Still tried to protect people as well I guess. In my case though I got good people to back me up and a nice quiet area. I was able to take time off to fish and hunt although most time I just liked to track the animal and I found myself taking pictures of them. Oh not to say I didn't kill a few, Venison tastes really nice after all, but I never killed any more than I needed."

He walked on in silence until they got to Hanna's place and they turned towards were they had left the bikes. As they were almost to the place they had left them he stopped her and looked into her eyes. "Look Amy, you know the cure works now. Tonight I can call in that air drop and if I can get that extra stuff for you I might be here for maybe a week administrating the cure and helping you set up. Then I will have to move on and I will probably never see you again. I get why you can't sleep with anyone that you have under your command, but if you don't do it with someone you are going to go crazy."

He blushed a little and let go of her arm and shrugged. "I know what I am talking about. It gets lonely out here and let's just say Mrs Palmer is just no substitute," he chuckled," as I'm sure you are probably aware. What I am saying is you have one week to make up your mind and although as a man I am hoping you take me up on my offer, I am urging you to for your sanity as well." He looked at her and chuckled."Okay maybe more as a man. You are very good looking you know."

He turned to walk back to the bikes and retrieved them with her then they rode back to Fort Zippy and made it back before nightfall. He let her approach first and handle security and then waited to see what she wanted to do next. After all until he had to make the phone call she had a few decisions to make.
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"Military police," Amy answered concerning Travis's question about the obviousness of her prior military service. She told him some brief facts about her time in Iraq, Syria, and (as she vaguely called them with that need to know tone) other places. She didn't mention her secondary status as an MP Over Watch sniper or the fact that she'd amassed a dozen kills before being discharged with an Other Than Honorable Discharge for her last kill. She finished with, "I got out when the gettin' was good. I don't miss it. I don't mean the Marines. I mean the war zone. Actually, this reminds me a lot of my time in Syria. Never knowing when danger might rear it's ugly head. Never know when that head might try to tear into your head."

They were a hundred yards short of the South Gate when Amy stopped short, then after a moment looked to Travis. "Listen, about what happened back there. I want to apologize for that." She wanted to say more. Much more. But she didn't really know what to say, let alone how to say it. Instead she smirked a bit telling Travis as she turned to head for the gate, "Hanna seemed to like you though."

She laughed as she signaled to the Gate Watch, who ordered the gate open. They passed through the 40 foot shipping container, mounted a golf cart, and made the drive back to Parking Lot D to find nearly every Zippy, each man, woman, and child outside the chain link fence erupting in applause and cheers. Amy was shocked initially, then (seeing Hanna and Carl approaching them with knowing looks) she realized what was going on: the other two vaccinated Zippies had come back with the tale of what had happened out in Zombieland. The crowd closed on the pair, imparting hugs and handshakes while asking (Amy mostly but Travis, too) what it was like to have Zeeks just run right past her like she wasn't even there.



The night was unlike any before. They broke out the back up rations to throw their version of a party around the picnic area and a bon fire that was still sending sparks into the sky long after people began heading for their homes. Amy had addressed Travis's other question (about resources and the WHO's use of the Fort) with an enthusiastic yes. Before she retired to City Hall for some badly needed rest, Amy found Travis (who hadn't had a moment of quiet since returning) to ensure he knew how much this meant, not just to the Zippies but to her as well.

"It's good to see hope in their faces," she said, glancing about the others, some of whom were playing on instruments about the fire or singing or dancing. She looked back to Travis, smiling. "They needed this. I needed this."

She patted Travis on the shoulder and departed. A moment later, Hanna sidled up closer to him with a knowing smile on her face. She leaned in close to his ear, whispering, "I wanna fuck you so bad." She stood and walked away, making sure that he got a good look at her tight young ass in a pair of yoga pants she'd dug out for this moment.
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Travis had enjoyed the homecoming. He had been surprised at how quickly word had got around about the effects of the cure, but when he saw the grins on Hanna's and Carl's faces he knew they had not been able to keep their mouths shut. Still who could blame them. He had been injected awhile ago and he still found it amazing.

The rest of the night was a bit of a blur. Not because of any alcoholic effects. He never drank much when he was out on the road. More because he had so many people talking to him and offering him things. He had turned them all down politely and seeing the hurt in their eyes he had simply shown them his backpack explaining he had nowhere to put anything. If he took from one he had to take from all and he just couldn't carry it. That had changed the frowns to smiles and later he was presented with a simple necklace from everybody. He slipped it around his neck and made sure it was visible to all.

As the time for the phone call arrived he was about to make his excuses when Amy came to say goodnight. She was exhausted and he smiled and waved her off when she mentioned how her group had needed something like this, and how she herself had.

As she walked away he watched her with a bit of a longing look that was interrupted when Hanna brushed up against him and whispered in his ear about her 'Need'. Travis groaned but told her he needed at least Half an hour by himself to make the call and then watched her walk off in the figure hugging pants.

Tearing his eyes away he made his way to the trailer and set up the Sat phone then waited for the connection to establish itself before hey keyed in a few pass codes so the thing worked. Then he waited while he was identified through a series of passwords and call signs before he finally began to give his report.

As he thought as soon as he mentioned the location and amount of survivors he was asked to wait and he was transferred to the higher ups. He was not prepared however to get his bosses. Professor Donavon was a short fiery red head that had a temper to match but was brilliant. LT Col Pierce was a no nonsense man that did things by the book but was learning to adapt in the new world.

He reported the situation to both and they were excited about the possibility of having a new base to work from. They agreed to send a Desal plant, two solar generators, seeds, tools, ammunition, guns, supplies, a permanent Sat phone and of course the cure for everyone. Pierce even had maps of the area and would drop the cure and supplies etc first as close as he could to the fort tomorrow. The plane would do one circuit overhead before dropping the cargo.

Over the next two days the Desal plant and the Generators would be dropped. Travis would need to clear landing zones. His best bet was the beach and flares would be included so he could mark out the LZ. They also wanted to talk to the leader tomorrow. Travis smiled and said he would make sure she was available.

As he signed off he felt good. He had gotten everything he had wanted and more. He packed up and replaced the phone in his bag and then stripped down. He was so excited he even forgot about Hanna's visit and her words to him. When she finally walked in after giving him enough time to make his call, she found him fast asleep on the bed.
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The next four days were a whirlwind of activity that reminded Amy so much of her military days that she began to seriously think she'd been recalled. It went pretty much as Travis had explained, though there were a few last minute alterations by his superiors.

The first air drop was pretty basic, though Amy was surprised by the vehicle. Rather than some large military cargo plane it was a smaller, executive business style twin prop. It buzzed Fort Zippy three times at low altitude, seeming to be simply checking out Fort Zippy from every angle. After asking Travis is this was normal (and whether or not he himself had expected so much caution, getting a rather vague reply) Amy actually began to get a little nervous. It seemed that the pilot and/or his superiors were being a little more cautious than normal for reasons even Travis was unaware.

(The WHO had new fears which even they were only just learning, but it would be weeks before Amy would learn about that.)

Finally, the small plane took a run over the Clatsop Spit, where the Zippies had placed markers identifying a safe drop zone, and on the very next pass a dozen parachute aided crates floated down to land, mostly in the dry sand but a few in the coastal foliage and even one in the salty surf. It was all rounded up quickly, revealing vaccine, other first aid needs, new weapons (that looked liked they'd never even been fired) and ammunition, high density food supplement packs, Fun Packs for the kids (that included toys, candy, and a recently published picture book about keeping safe in "Zombieland"), a bottle each of rum, vodka, and bourbon for the adults (with a note attached that said "For the good work"), and more.

By days end, every man, woman, and child in Fort Zippy was vaccinated against the Zombie Plague. And by days end, a second party had ensued. Amy would have loved to partake of the joy, but she found herself dealing with a situation she'd expected, feared, and hoped to avoid. Now vaccinated against danger, more than half of the residents wanted to leave Fort Zippy. They'd only been here for protection from the zombies, and now they didn't need it. Or, at least, that was what they thought.

"There are more dangers out there than just the Zeeks," she'd argued when a small group approached her for a semi-private meeting. "There are a lot of desperate people out there, people, not Zeeks, who won't give a rat's ass that you're vaccinated, who won't just rush past you as if you're camouflages, who will not be kind to you. C'mon, people. You grew up on end-of-the-world, apocalyptic, zombie movies and television shows. Then there's the aliens, the plagues, the global warming. I would have thought all that shit would have made you understand that we need to stick together, here."

But there was no fighting them. There were too many voices of people who wanted to find their families or check their homes or simply get away from here. She finally made a deal that satisfied enough of them to bring the others back in line. "Stay to help retrieve and set up the rest of what Travis is having dropped. Then, if you still want to leave, you can take weapons, ammo, food. For those of you interested, we'll teach you how to administer the vaccine, and we'll send some of that with you."

The idea that so many of her fellow survivors wanted to split just as life was improving significantly bothered Amy. But, even she had reasons to want to get out there into the world. Hanna had just found her parents after all this time, bringing them back to Fort Zippy. Couldn't Amy do the same? Her parents had always been very resourceful people. Sure, Amy hadn't been in contact with them through the Uprising as Hanna had with her parents. But she still wanted to believe that they had survived the mayhem and were sitting in their home in Astoria waiting for her to make contact.

The next three days were more of the same and yet very different as well. Rather than a small plane, a C-130 Hercules performed a fly by of the beach landing zone, on which the children (and even a few adults) had scratched out greetings, thank you's, and more in the wet sand. The Zippies were in full celebration, waving anything and everything they had on hand to show the pilots their appreciation. Many had expected another parachute drop from a moderate altitude, but Travis had already told Amy that it would be a LAPES drop, which she knew would excite the others. (Youtube Video example. So cool!) As the big plane passed less than 20 feet over the beach, a large drogue parachute came out the open tail of the plane, pulling a large pallet out over the gate. The pallet hit the sand, bounced, bounced again, then slid over the wet sand for nearly a hundred yards before coming to a rest so close to the end of the spit that by the time it was later unloaded, the surf of the rising tide was already lapping at the reinforced pallet that had allowed its landing without damage. The excitement wasn't over, though. The C-130 passed around in a big, slow circle, came in for a second run, and released yet another pallet. Then, a few minutes later, a third. Then a fourth. The skill of the pilots was uncanny, as each pallet skidded to a stop just 50-100 yards short of the previous one.

The rest of the day was spent retrieving the supplies and getting them across the Spit to Parking Lot D (or other locations in some cases, as in the high power binoculars and spotter scopes and some heavier weapons, which Carl took directly to the Gate Watches for testing, training, and deployment; or the desal plants, which were set up on the north shore of the spit, as close as possible to the residential section in Lot D). By days end, the quick deployment equipment was all set up. Amy was simply amazed. Even during her time in the Marines she hadn't seen such emergency response equipment.

She was amazed at something more, too. Of those who had stressed their desire to leave, almost all still wanted to go. The need to find their families (whether dead of alive) was simply too great to be overcome by freshly desalinated salt water, solar electricity, and protein packs. Amy said she would honor her promise to let them go, though she convinced them most of them to stay for another day to allow Travis to train those who needed it in how to survive out there in Zombieland. "Plus, they're dropping us radios day after tomorrow. I'd really like to keep in touch with you all." She ended her day as she typically did, exhausted emotionally, mentally, and physically. But this day she ended with her first unhurried, steaming hot shower and a mug of hot Sleepy Time tea, the greatest treasure to have come out of the box of food stuffs on the last pallet.



Hanna hadn't slipped inconspicuously into Travis's trailer since the night she'd thanked him (in that most personal of ways) for helping rescue her parents. But tonight, after most of the Zippies were either heading for their own trailers or heading for the South Wall for P-dub service, she knocked on his door and entered without waiting for his acknowledgment. She had a solemn look on her face as she told him, "My parents want to go home. By home, I mean Florence. South of here. I, I am afraid for them. They're not old. But, they're not young, either. So, I'm going with them." She began unbuttoning her dress, under which was an obvious lack of a bra. She hadn't quite reached the last button when she said, "I want you to come with us, Travis. Please?"
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Travis watched with a puzzled frown the next day as instead of the regular Hercules he had been expecting, a twin prop executive type plane flew over. He tried to keep the puzzled look off his face so as not to alarm any of the fort's inhabitants, especially Amy, and he just put it down to WHO wanting to get a very close look at the site.

Still he had to admit they did deliver. He got a lot more than he asked for. There was extra Vaccine, rations and guns and ammunition. It looked like the organization really wanted this place to survive.

After another night of celebrations the big stuff arrived and he was again surprised when some heavy guns were included. 50 cal machine guns, Sniper rifles with sophisticated scopes, binoculars with night vision capabilities and even some drones. Carl was like a kid in a candy store when he saw them and took charge immediately, taking them to the wall and setting them up where they could be best utilized.

By days end the Desal plant was up and running as were the solar generators and most of the camp was plugged in. They would still have to ration power until they reached full capacity but it would only take a few days.

The last drop tomorrow would contain some radio gear, and the sat phone and then he would be saying his goodbyes. He wondered if Amy would take him up on his offer and he had just got out of the shower and was in his boxers when there was a knock on his door. He was about to answer it when Hanna walked in and looked at him. For once she was wearing a nice dress and he had to admit she still looked good. She told him of her parents decision to leave and he was a little stunned. He had heard rumors of people wanting to leave but he had been busy teaching people how to handle the new weapons and setting up the generators and the desal plant to pay too much attention.

Then she started to unbutton the dress and he saw she was naked underneath and then came the proposition he knew was coming. "I want you to come with us, Travis. Please?"

He moved forward shaking his head and grabbed her hands, stopping her from undoing the last of her buttons and shrugging out of her dress.

"There's no need for that Hanna. You could have just asked me to go with you without trying to bribe me with your body you know," he said a little grumpily. "You are worth a lot more than that and don't let anyone tell you otherwise," he smiled at her. He gestured for her to do herself back up then made her sit down on one of the seats and fetched her a drink.

"I really don't think you should leave here and I will try to convince your parents to stay. Maybe they will listen to me as I have been out there. Believe me, Zombies are not the only thing you have to watch out for, and lately they have been the easiest thing to avoid. The roaming gangs have been getting wilder as they have been getting more organized and as food has been getting scarce let's just say they have been taking to eating alternative foodstuffs."

He didn't know if she would get the reference but he would definitely try and convince her parents. In fact maybe he should see Amy about talking to everyone tomorrow night. If these rumors were true there might be a lot of people trying to leave. Anything he could do to stop it he would. It was way more dangerous out there than people thought. Still some would not be convinced until they experienced it themselves.

He chatted with Hanna for a little while then kissed her on the cheek and sent her back home. She was a nice girl and although his balls urged him to take her up on her offer, he knew he couldn't. He had a job to do and she would want more than just a guide back to their place.

Retiring for the night he glanced at Amy's trailer as he closed the door behind Hanna. Tomorrow morning he would definitely have to talk to her. Shutting the door he turned off the light and crawled into bed exhausted and quickly fell asleep.
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