Containment (Alaskan Undead Apocalypse Book 2)
Published by Permuted Press at Smashwords.
Copyright 2012 Sean Schubert
Cover art by Conzpiracy Digital Arts
Dedicated to the courageous souls who exposed themselves to
Infection and came back for more.
He was a soldier. It wasn’t just his job or even something as distracting as a career. No, he was a soldier through and through. In other cultures and in other times he would have been called a warrior...a warlord. He would have been clad in clanging, war-beaten armor and carried a finely honed but often used sword. He would have been riding a stout steed through valleys in search of the good fight, and perhaps the good death.
As it was, his armor had been exchanged for camouflaged Kevlar, his steed was currently an unarmored Humvee, and his sword was a .45 caliber Colt 1911 semiautomatic pistol at his side. No matter. It wasn’t clothes, weapons, or transportation that made a warrior what he was.
His earliest memories were of watching Sunday morning war movies with his father and transforming the cornfields and backyard wildernesses of his youth into dangerous battlefields for his friends and him. With wooden, metal, and plastic guns and swords, they would range far and near, fighting sometimes amongst themselves and sometimes against invisible hordes of Germans or Rebels or some other attackers who threatened the realm or its people. It was all about fighting the good fight and usually dying the good death. Trying to outdo one another’s death scenes was always an engaging pastime.