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anything.”
    “It’s
moving.” She began to grow excited. “It’s coming toward us. I think it’s a
plane.”
    Spotting
the craft a moment later, I found myself nodding. It was an aircraft of some
sort, and as it approached, I could make out the individual lights on the
wingtips. It was only a few thousand feet up, but there was no chance they’d
spot us, not with the castle blacked out. Nor was I certain if I wanted anyone
to know of our existence, not until I’d had a chance to check them out first.
Still, it was an indication that someone, someplace, was hanging on.
    “Think
it’s military?”
    “Not
sure Mary. That looked like a commercial plane, small one, but it might have
been used by them or the government, if anything remains of it.”
    “It was
heading southeast. Not much that direction.”
    “Just
Edwin back in Oklahoma.”
    I
paused. It had been quite some time since I last thought of him and his tiny
group of survivors in Anadarko. Briana and I had met them during our trip
north, a few days after it all began. They’d been good people, but as close as
they were to Oklahoma City and the hordes of zombies that place would spawn, we
had decided it was best to keep moving.
    “We need
to get a good radio, a really good one,” said Mary, “something we can use to
hear if anyone is broadcasting.”
    “Add it
to the list.”

 
    Interlude – Kenneth’s Story
     
     
    Kenneth,
our unfortunate, troubled companion. What follows is his story, covering the
time between the start of the zombie uprising and our discovery of his half
frozen body on the side of the road. This man had suffered, and the only thing
that could have possibly been worse would’ve been if he accepted a double dog
dare and stuck his tongue to a frozen flagpole. Okay, that was somewhat inappropriate,
but I’m the author so deal with it.
    Living
in Kansas when the change struck, Kenneth survived those early chaotic hours,
eventually reaching a police station accompanied by a few others, including
Barbara, his long time, cohabitating girlfriend.
    “What
are we going to do?”
    He shook
his head. “I don’t know. The officer said to wait here.”
    They
were in a back room. There were no windows, and the single door was secured and
locked. Kenneth did not like being confined, but the police had been adamant.
They were going to keep the civilians safe and out of the way. If this was
unacceptable, those very same civilians could leave and go fend for themselves.
A handful of individuals chose this option.
    “It’s
everywhere.” Barbara was staring at her cell phone. “The BBC says England and
London are a wreck, completely overrun. People are being told to stay inside
their homes.”
    “Anything
about us here?” asked a woman.
    “Let me
see. Same warnings on CNN, ABC. Nothing on NBC. I just get a page down message
on their site.”
    “Where
are they out of? Atlanta?”
    “No,”
replied Barbara, “that’s CNN. I’m not sure on NBC. New York, maybe? FOX News is
there, but they’re still broadcasting.”
    There
was a series of gunshots outside, and Barbara flinched, pressing up against
Kenneth. “Do you think those things are attacking?” she whispered.
    Before
he could answer, a second round was heard and the door creaked open.
    “All
right folks, we are evacuating.”
    “Where
are we going?”
    Kenneth
couldn’t see the person who made the inquiry. It was someone in the far corner.
    “Nebraska.
We’re moving north across the state line. There’s a training facility up there
for the state police, out in the country. That’s where we’re taking you.”
    They
filed through the door, down the hall, and outside. Two officers stood nearby
holding shotguns. Around them were numerous zombies. Most were down, but one
was still twitching. Arms and legs had been shredded, and the torso hit several
times. The eyes, covered with a thick gray film, stared at the people around it
while the teeth clicked together.
    “Is
that…