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done, for going on three hundred years now. And the Lenape Injuns did it before them, before they were driven from the county. The preachers never talked against it. They know what God wants. It’s part of His plan. One of His many mysteries. The people He raised from the dead are the righteous. Just like Lazarus. The resurrected are holy. And that cemetery sits on holy ground.”
    Zack had heard that explanation before, many times, in sermons at their tiny local church. A long line of preachers had passed it down through the ages, along with other eccentric traditions of their unique fundamentalist faith. The little community of Lenape Creek was as tightly knit as the thorn-choked woods around it. The families were all connected through marriage and history and religion.
    “We’re only respecting our ancestors as the Good Lord intended. That’s why we had to zap that girl. So she couldn’t hurt old Granny Leeds. She’s your kin too. Don’t you want her, and all our loved ones, around for the Second Coming?”
    “But how can this be of the Lord?” Zack asked. “They’re monsters. Flesh-eating monsters.”
    “They might look like monsters now, Zack. They might even act like monsters. But this is just a phase of the Resurrection. God’s way of putting the dead to good use before He restores them to their former glory.”
    “But that girl… her family…”
    “People go missing all the time. A pretty young thing like that, everyone will think she ran off with some boy. Isn’t it better to let them go on thinking that? Would the truth be better for her folks to bear? Would it help them to know that’s she’s dead?”
    “But it’s not right. She has a family somewhere who love her. So do the others who were with her.”
    “Listen, son. It ain’t our fault they stumbled into someplace they never should have been.” Leeds made a mental note: Better tell Jonesy not to mention our little detour scheme. Some secrets needn’t be shared. “ And you need to stop fretting over strangers. They aren’t like us. Our people are the Chosen ones. The true descendants of Israel. The only true Christians. We’re marked for salvation. That’s why our people were drawn to this Promised Land. While other settlers took the easy ground, ours came here. They endured the hardships… mosquitoes and disease… they filled in the swamps.”
    “But we’re killing people. I can’t get my head around that.”
    “There’s bound to be some collateral damage in any important undertaking, son. This thing works fine most of the time, just like the Good Lord intended.”
    Zack was starting to bend. Leeds could see it in his eyes.
    “How many innocent lives have we saved by getting rid of our trash out there? Gangbanging spics and nignogs and drug addicted wiggers. It’s nature’s magic garbage disposal. For disposing of human garbage. Think of all the pimps and pushers no longer preying on naive young girls because God gave us this special blessing. All the hip-hop turds we’ve flushed down the cosmic toilet.  Overall it does a lot more good than bad for the world. You can see that, can’t you?”
    Deputy Hayes was silent. It’s true that they were doing the world a favor by cleaning up the gene pool. The dead didn’t care what color their food was. Brown, black or white, it all tasted good to the resurrected. They didn’t care what kind of drugs their dinner guests had consumed that day, or had peddled to others. Or what kind of crimes they had committed. Pushers and rapists and scammers and welfare cheats had ended their iniquitous days at the cemetery. And there seemed to be an unending supply.
    It was less work to drive the criminal scumbags out to the cemetery and taze them than it was to fill out reams of annoying paperwork and go to trial, where some candy-ass judge would give them a fatherly lecture and turn them loose to continue their wicked ways.
    And during the slow winter months when the crime rate dipped low,