Zombies Episode 2.9: It’s Not the End of the World
Copyright 2011 by Ivan Turner
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The people and events in this book are fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental.
What has come before…
With the cure to the zombie plague at their fingertips, Denise Luco and her colleagues lost control of the treatment and their primary patient, Number Six, died. The consequences of this loss had yet to be felt but would be dire indeed.
Amber Sunsweet, denied her salvation, returned to her home in Queens where she found her mother willing to accept her however she was. But the world would see her at the end of a rope with a bullet in her head. The world would just as soon burn her at the stake. And so she did the only thing she could think to do. She released the zombies in the subway, hoping to hasten the fall of New York.
The Arrick brothers have been reunited. John Arrick, though, is determined to find Dillon Waters and rescue him from the zombie hunter, Francis Culph. In an effort to do so, he and Malcolm have made a deal with Albert Chatham whereby he will lead them to the zombie hunter in exchange for the ability to conduct experiments on John Arrick.
It was 4:03 am.
The telephone was ringing.
Exhausted, Naughton rolled over in his bed and tried to home in on the sound. Where was his phone? He usually kept it in his pants pocket but he was in bed and sleeping so he wasn’t wearing pants with pockets.
Through his haze, he hadn’t counted the rings and was startled when they suddenly stopped. He either hadn’t been quick enough for the person on the other end of the phone or his voicemail had been quicker. Too bad. The phone call could have signaled any number of emergencies. In his line of work, terrible things seemed to happen on an hourly basis. But the previous day had brought enough terrible things. He just didn’t feel like hearing about any others.