Thursday, August 7, 2014

The Survivalistas- Book 2: Lyric- Chapter 10- Part 2

Keeping her gun leveled on the man, her curiosity got the better of her and she asked, “Who's we? The Taliban, government... ”
He scoffed, interrupting her. “Do you really think either of them was smart enough for something like this?” Lyric shrugged. How the hell should she know, until a few months ago her biggest problem was coordinating her closet. “No, my dear.” He snarled and turned toward her fully so she could see the crazy glint in his eyes. “It was the greatest race in the world, the Nazis.”
Several thoughts filtered though Lyric's brain at that moment. Did Nazis even exist anymore? Did the Nazis count as a race or a government structure? Finally what the hell did Nazis have to do with Zombies? Clearly the man had lost his very last marble.
His lips turned up in something that kind of looked like a grin. “I can tell by that look on your face that you are confused. It's really very simple. We waited biding our time, the world reached a point where we could go on with our plan unnoticed. With the current international unrest, there were many scapegoats. Many Nazis scientists fled to the US after the war, so it was easy to build a new base of operations right here. All we had to do was survive the outbreak and the infected would decompose. Gather the survivors and rebuild it as it should be.”
“Jesus!” Marcus stepped through the door. “You're nutter than squirrel shit.”
The Rev's face twisted in fury, and for a moment Lyric thought he'd been infected. With a roar The Rev flew at Marcus and without thinking Lyric pulled the trigger. The Rev staggered back, hand going to the hole in his chest where blood leaked out. Wide eyes turned to her, before he dropped to the floor. Marcus looked at her swallowed, then lead her out of the room shutting the door behind them. Taking her arm he lead her back to the main room, and outside. Down near the tennis courts a group of people milled about. In the moonlight she could make out an older woman hugging Ryan and Indie.
“We found Ryan's mom and several other folks in the choir loft, with all the little ones.” Marcus told her tucking her under his arm and walking toward the group of people. The three looked toward them and Marcus shook his head. Letting Indie and Ryan go the older woman walked off to talk with a man standing near the group of children.
Everything sort of swirled around Lyric as she tried to process everything she had learned. Rearranging pieces in her head to the jigsaw puzzle that was their new life. She ignored Indie and Ryan, just savoring the warmth and comfort she felt under Marcus's arm. 

Author's Note: Unedited Version

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