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transfer all the supplies to this ; plus trying to move those barrels of gas would be a down right bitch.” Getting in he pulled it into the woods and out of the drive.
    The two walked back to the house and Alden finished packing the rest of the supplies. He went to a hall closet making sure he grab bed the tube that held his maps. Inside were Military maps of the region, both highway and topographical maps. Loading the rest in the truck he watched as Tonto jumped in. He began to set up his home security system with a set of wires that ran from the doorbell to a clay-more under the front step. He then took two grenades and wired a simple string around the pins and attached it to the door hiding the grenades in an old animal pelt that hung on the wall. Feeling satisfied with his work he turned and walked out. Getting in the truck he drove down to where the hummer was parked. Getting out he transferred what supplies he wanted and could use into his truck then took a rag and stuffed it in the gas tank, he lit the rag and got back in driving down the lane.
    The hummer went with a loud explosion and fireball; he could see it in the rear view mirror as they turned onto the highway. As they rounded a turn going down the mountain he saw the second plume of smoke from the house. “Well Boy , that ought to draw any deadheads to that area for a little bit.”
    Alden reached highway 65 and headed north. An hour later they could see signs for the town of Clinton, Arkansas he slowed and rolled up the windows. This little town was the only way to reach the road he wanted to use to move northeast State highway 9 which would lead him to south east Missouri and one of the sections of Mark Twain National forest. Alden knew the park would have water and possibly shelter. It would also provide him a staging area to go out and reach smaller civilized area’s where he might be able to re-supply and re-arm.
    The highway twisted and turned around the mountain as it led into Clinton. Crossing a small bridge Alden could see bodies floating in the creek below. The Conoco station on the left was burned to the ground and he could see the burnt bodies that surrounded it. Driving further into town he passed the local Wal-Mart which sat down off the road to the right. The parking lot was full of deadheads just milling around. Seeing and hearing his truck the y all turned and started towards the road. Tonto started to growl as Alden reached over and rubbed his neck. “Leave ‘ em alone boy , they ain’t got no chance of getting us.”
    The crowds were a little thicker as they moved into town. Alden had no problem driving right over them. Especially Sam Waterford, the local Wal-Mart manager, Alden had had his run-ins with him when things were normal and felt that old Sam was just a miserable son of a bitch. Looking to Tonto, “well what’da think, s hould I roll over him or leave him to suffer ? ”
    Tonto growled lowly, “Yeah I think your right. He caused enough people shit when he was living.”
    Alden aimed the truck right for him and drove over him. Stopping he backed up and made sure the head was smashed then drove off.
Reaching the other side of town he found the small state highway sign for 9 and turned right , within minutes they were snaking their way back through the Ozarks headed northeast.
     

Chapter 4 - Colt:
    Colt stood looking out his bay window wondering how all of this had happen ed . He was average by all the stats, six foot one, short brown hair and brown eyes. He use to weigh in at two-twenty but he thought he was under two hundred now. He had the perfect life up until a month ago. He was married to the love of his life, Jessica, just bought their dream home and they were trying to have a baby.
    Now it was all gone, well most of it, Jessica still lay in the bed they had shared but instead of being relaxed with a book in her lap smiling at him, she was strapped securely to the bed. Her beautiful green eyes were glazed over and