hammer on her weapon and set the safety and placed it back in her handbag. She eyed her children and motioned for them to come to her.
“ Se alimenta de la carne y la sangre de los hijos de Dios, vayamos ahora ,” she said.
Her eyes popped open and a cold sweat covered her body and she lay in her bed illuminated by a full moon and a verse from her bible came to her mind
“It is appointed to men once to die, but after this the judgement.”
But what of those who die twice?
Chapter 23
After four months on farm duty Mark was called to Colonel Martin’s office. Isabel escorted him to the complex on the far side of the farm where the Colonel’s quarters were.
She motioned for the guard and he walked over to the car.
“Who’s he?” the guard said.
“This is Mark Theriot, he was called by the colonel,” Isabel said.
“Wait right here,” the guard said walking away.
He entered the shack by the gate and dialed a phone; he nodded his head and then opened the gate and motioned them through. This was clearly a military complex, a small one but military none the less. Everyone inside was dressed in fatigues and barracks lined the gravel road.
“The colonel is ex–military, special forces before the plague. This base was set up after the misery and the colonel managed to keep it staffed and running even after the government had failed,” Isabel explained.
She pulled in front of a metal building which was somewhat larger than the others on the base and parked the car. Once inside Mark could see that this was an office and not having an overabundance of electricity the clacking of typewriters filled the air.
They made their way to the back where a uniformed man greeted them.
“Hello Isabel, wait right here and I’ll let Colonel Martin know you’re here,” he said.
The man left and when he returned he ushered them into a sparsely furnished office. A tall, slender man dressed in desert camouflage fatigues rose from his chair behind a metal desk.
“Isabel so nice to see you again how have you been?” He said.
“Very well Colonel Martin,” She said.
“How are the kids, Luz and Rafael?”
“Bueno, muy Bueno; growing like little weeds sir.”
“And this is Mark I presume; nice to meet you Mark.”
Mark shook the colonel’s hand and he indicated that Mark should sit. He motioned to Isabel and she quietly left the room. The colonel sat down behind his desk and offered Mark a cigar. “They’re quit old but they still smoke,” the colonel said.
He lit his cigar and Mark stuck his in his shirt pocket.
“Well Mark I heard about the incident at the theater and I won’t downplay the seriousness of not working as a team and following the orders of your team leader. The training you have been given has been for the purpose of being a team player.”
He exhaled a thick fog of smoke into the air and placed his hands on the desk. Mark felt a distinct tension creep into the room and his stomach dropped.
“I realize that you came here under the pretense of selling firearms but then decided to join up with us; are you happy here Mark?”
Mark paused and swallowed the lump in his throat. “Yes sir I am quite happy here.”
Then being here with a guaranteed three squares per day and a place to lay your head is much better than living out of an old pickup truck and going hungry. It’s a hell of a lot better being here than fighting for your life everyday against flesh crazed Wasters or raiders who are trying to kill you and take what you have wouldn’t you say?”
Yes sir I would,”
“Then If I was to say that what occurred at the theater won’t happen again would I be correct?”
“Yes sir you would be correct.”
“Good, then we agree.”
The colonel rose from his chair and sat on the corner of his desk opposite Mark. He twirled a gold wedding band around his finger.
“I was married once Mark had two kids, a home. I wasn’t home much of the time I was busy trying to do
“ Se alimenta de la carne y la sangre de los hijos de Dios, vayamos ahora ,” she said.
Her eyes popped open and a cold sweat covered her body and she lay in her bed illuminated by a full moon and a verse from her bible came to her mind
“It is appointed to men once to die, but after this the judgement.”
But what of those who die twice?
Chapter 23
After four months on farm duty Mark was called to Colonel Martin’s office. Isabel escorted him to the complex on the far side of the farm where the Colonel’s quarters were.
She motioned for the guard and he walked over to the car.
“Who’s he?” the guard said.
“This is Mark Theriot, he was called by the colonel,” Isabel said.
“Wait right here,” the guard said walking away.
He entered the shack by the gate and dialed a phone; he nodded his head and then opened the gate and motioned them through. This was clearly a military complex, a small one but military none the less. Everyone inside was dressed in fatigues and barracks lined the gravel road.
“The colonel is ex–military, special forces before the plague. This base was set up after the misery and the colonel managed to keep it staffed and running even after the government had failed,” Isabel explained.
She pulled in front of a metal building which was somewhat larger than the others on the base and parked the car. Once inside Mark could see that this was an office and not having an overabundance of electricity the clacking of typewriters filled the air.
They made their way to the back where a uniformed man greeted them.
“Hello Isabel, wait right here and I’ll let Colonel Martin know you’re here,” he said.
The man left and when he returned he ushered them into a sparsely furnished office. A tall, slender man dressed in desert camouflage fatigues rose from his chair behind a metal desk.
“Isabel so nice to see you again how have you been?” He said.
“Very well Colonel Martin,” She said.
“How are the kids, Luz and Rafael?”
“Bueno, muy Bueno; growing like little weeds sir.”
“And this is Mark I presume; nice to meet you Mark.”
Mark shook the colonel’s hand and he indicated that Mark should sit. He motioned to Isabel and she quietly left the room. The colonel sat down behind his desk and offered Mark a cigar. “They’re quit old but they still smoke,” the colonel said.
He lit his cigar and Mark stuck his in his shirt pocket.
“Well Mark I heard about the incident at the theater and I won’t downplay the seriousness of not working as a team and following the orders of your team leader. The training you have been given has been for the purpose of being a team player.”
He exhaled a thick fog of smoke into the air and placed his hands on the desk. Mark felt a distinct tension creep into the room and his stomach dropped.
“I realize that you came here under the pretense of selling firearms but then decided to join up with us; are you happy here Mark?”
Mark paused and swallowed the lump in his throat. “Yes sir I am quite happy here.”
Then being here with a guaranteed three squares per day and a place to lay your head is much better than living out of an old pickup truck and going hungry. It’s a hell of a lot better being here than fighting for your life everyday against flesh crazed Wasters or raiders who are trying to kill you and take what you have wouldn’t you say?”
Yes sir I would,”
“Then If I was to say that what occurred at the theater won’t happen again would I be correct?”
“Yes sir you would be correct.”
“Good, then we agree.”
The colonel rose from his chair and sat on the corner of his desk opposite Mark. He twirled a gold wedding band around his finger.
“I was married once Mark had two kids, a home. I wasn’t home much of the time I was busy trying to do