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more human flesh they eat, the faster and smarter they get.”
                  “How the hell did they figure that out?  Were they feeding them?”
                  “I don’t know.  My guess would be yes.  This research came out of India and who knows what the hell they do on these foreign bases.  I don’t let myself think about it.  All I know is what I’ve heard and read in reports.  If they don’t eat, they stay slow and stupid.  When I said they get smarter I really should have said that they get more aware.  They don’t think at all.  They just react.  Their sight is limited but their hearing and sense of smell seem to be heightened.  If they don’t eat they rot just like a regular corpse.  Eating helps deter their deterioration.  From what they’ve observed, the dead hunt in packs.  It seems like there is a kind of group consciousness.  They get in huge hordes and go through areas and just clean them out.  It’s like a swarm of locust.”
                  “We don’t stand a chance do we?”
                  “Not if you stay where you are.”
                  “What about you?”
                  “I don’t know.  I’ll go wherever they send me.  They’re making plans now.  From what I’ve heard, nothing they’ve tried has worked so far.  By the time an infection breaks out and the army responds, the hordes are too large.  They just over run whatever is front of them.  I’ve been on here too long.  I gotta go.  You take care.  Don’t wait too long.  Get out of there before it’s too late.  Bye, Dad.”
                  “Good bye Son.  Call me when you can.”
                  I thought about calling Gina but she didn’t believe me anyway.  I’d just talk to Al in the morning.  I hoped I could get back to sleep.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 11
                  Al was at my door before six that morning.  I told him about my conversation with Tim that night.  He wasn’t surprised that the army had done testing on the zombies.  It was “just like those assholes to sacrifice a few civilians for the good of the nation.”  Al had a healthy disrespect for the army. 
                  We decided to make some modifications to the Hummer and the U-Haul truck.  We took the seat out of the U-Haul and cut through the cab to attach it to the box in back.  Then we took the back off the seat and made it so we could remove and reattach it from within the cab.  Now we could get to the back of the truck without getting out.  Both vehicles got wooden bumpers on the front .  We’d be able to run over the son of a bitches without putting holes in the radiators or losing headlights.  Then we strapped ladders to the tops of the truck and the Hummer for getting to higher ground when necessary. 
                  The rest of the day, we spent moving supplies out of his bunker and loading the trucks.  We left some guns and ammunition in the bunker just in case something happened and we got trapped down there.  We also left half the food and water.  Al and I went through the things I’d purchased.  He didn’t think we’d need everything and we ended up needing the room anyway.  We’d built shelves in the truck and it was packed pretty tight.  But there was a walkway from the back of the truck to the front.  Then we rigged the rolling door on the truck so it could be opened from the inside.
                  We kept the radio on while we were working.  Stories were filtering in from around the country.  Most were about single incidents including shootings all up and down the west coast.  A riot had broken out in a casino in Las Vegas and it plus two other casinos had burnt to the ground.  Many of the first responders had been injured when the rioting from the casino had spilled out into