“Carson Valley was relatively untouched by the virus and I spent the winter with a couple who had been living there for a while. They had been monitoring the progress of the disease by the internet and we spent countless hours going over plans and preparations. When winter broke I planned on heading north to the rough country, then maybe going to Colorado. I had heard the military had made a stand there and were welcoming survivors. Rumors told me there were almost a hundred thousand people in the mountain and the military was going to start heading back out to take on the threat.”

I paid close attention at this point, because it coincided with information I had found at State Center Bravo in what seemed a long time ago.

“I killed my next two zombies that winter. The couple I was rooming with? Yeah, they went out to their neighbors’ ranch and came back with the sickness. Virus took them both out in a short time, then they came for me. I killed the woman with a shovel and beat her husband’s brains in with a length of fence post. They were good people.” Simon drifted off for a second at the memory, but recovered quickly.

“I took what I needed from the house and left that evening. I drove through the night and when I ran out of gas the next morning I figured I was in Colorado. That’s when the Major’s men caught up to me.”

Charlie and I shifted at the mention of the Major. “Who is the Major? Is he the commander of the remainder of the military forces?” Charlie asked.

Simon’s eyes got dark. “No, he isn’t. I found out later that the military was wiped out completely, that there are a hundred thousand ghouls trapped in a mountain in Wyoming, just waiting for some fool to let them out. No, the Major is just some guy who likes to be called Major and he runs his little operation like a military base, although neither he, nor his men have any military experience. But that doesn’t stop him from acting like it or using it to dupe people into believing he’s the sole authority left in the United States.”