They had set up in the parking lot of a hotel. There were three of them as far as I could tell, all gathered around a bonfire. The Leader stood on one side talking (probably preaching) while two of his stooges sat across from him, listening intently.
It may have very well been Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum, but they were wearing hazmat suits, so I couldn’t tell. I could see that they were well armed, though. We should have taken all of their weapons when we raided St. Matthews.
Anyway, as I continued to survey the area I began to wonder, why were they wearing hazmat suits? There are no zombies. I continued to look for answers.
Parked just beyond the camp was a mini-school bus. We used to call it the “short bus”. There had been a lot of upgrades to it, such as a battering ram, chain link fence over the windows, and a railing system around the roof so they could get on top safely while the bus was moving.
Then I realized that there were people on the short bus. One in each seat in fact. I had to get a closer look so I circled around to the back of the hotel and got on the roof. From there I could get a good view of the bus’ inhabitants with my binoculars.
First thing I noticed was what poor condition they were in, all of them malnourished and wounded. Then I noticed the restraints. Some of the people were tied up with rope, some hand-cuffed and others with wire or duct tape.
Why was the leader keeping these people prisoners? It didn’t make sense at first, but slowly it dawned on me. One woman was crying white tears. Another man seemed to expel a white mist whenever he exhaled. The Leader was collecting them. Collecting carriers. This bus was his ward against the zombies.
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