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  Karen rolled her eyes, wishing she could break that bottle over his head. She believed in God, like everyone else, but didn't see Him as the vindictive son of a bitch that Randy thought He was.

  "Don't roll your eyes at me, wench! Your disregard of God's will has wrought this Hell."

  Ellis lifted a hand to quiet the doctor to no avail.

  "You shall not silence me! God warned us, in Leviticus 26:28, and we didn't listen. 'Then I will walk contrary unto you also in fury; and I, even I, will chastise you seven times for your sins. And ye shall eat the flesh of your sons, and the flesh of your daughters shall ye eat. And I will destroy your high places, and cut down your images, and cast your carcasses upon the carcasses of your idols, and my soul shall abhor you. And I will make your cities waste, and bring your sanctuaries unto desolation, and I will not smell the savor of your sweet odors.'"

  The room grew silent as everyone contemplated the implications of the passage. Anthony and Ellis stared at him with astonishment. Even Barbara had stopped sobbing and looked up from the corner.

  John was a major concern for Karen. He hadn't said a word since they came downstairs. He merely sat beside Randy, soaking in everything he said.

  "The Bible says that?" Anthony asked.

  Karen didn't like the direction this was taking. They had more important things to consider than Bible scripture.

  When she was a child, her father always told her that God would protect His faithful and punish the wicked. She'd believed it whole heartedly until the day that he didn't come back from a visit to town.

  A bandit had shot him dead while he stood in line at the bank. He'd taken the bullet in the back, never even having a chance to surrender himself.

  Her faith in the protection and punishment of God disappeared and never came back. Since that day, she'd sworn to live her life in the manner she saw fit. She and God would even up when they met one day.

  "Oh yes. This has all been foretold, and now it's coming to pass."

  Not wanting to get involved in a religious debate, Karen walked across the room and sat beside Barbara.

  "Barb," Karen started, swallowing the lump forming in her throat. "Lauren's dead."

  Barbara's face scrunched inward as she began to bawl again, cradling her head in her arms. "What happened?" she asked between sobs.

  "The woman from the street," Karen said, glancing at Doc Randy, "was infected by whatever this is, and… got her."

  Randy stopped his sermon in midsentence and cocked his head at Karen.

  "The woman that was eaten in the street? You said she was dead."

  "We thought she was, but apparently not."

  Randy turned his eyes to Ellis. "Was she alive or not?"

  Ellis looked back and forth from Karen to Randy, struggling with what he should say.

  "She was dead," he said, his shoulders slumping.

  Randy jumped from his seat, knocking the chair over. "The dead are rising! Zechariah 14:12! 'And this shall be the plague wherewith the Lord will smite all the people that have fought against Jerusalem. Their flesh shall consume away while they stand upon their feet, and their eyes shall consume away in their holes, and their tongue shall consume away in their mouth. And it shall come to pass in that day, that a great tumult from the Lord shall be among them; and they shall lay hold everyone on the hand of his neighbor, and his hand shall rise up against the hand of his neighbor.'"

  Barbara was visibly shaken by this. Karen had to admit that she was spooked by the similarities between the scripture and the situation outside.

  "It's a coincidence. It has to be," Karen said, not believing the words coming out of her mouth.

  "It's the end days. Prepare your souls," Randy said.

  Ellis gave Karen a pleading look. He wanted her to provide an explanation that she didn't have.

  "If the dead are rising by the power of God, why is that we can kill them?" she asked.

  The blast of a gun on the other side of the wall startled everyone, interrupting Randy before he could retort.

  Anthony hobbled over, wincing with each step, and stood by Ellis.

  "Was that a gun?"

  "Sounded like a shotgun. Sheriff Stanley must be alive! No one else has any guns," Ellis said. "Maybe he blew up the jailhouse on purpose, trying to kill some of those things."

  Then Rob sat up. The stained white sheet that Ellis' laid on him remained, covering his head and body. Large red spots seeped through from the pool of blood around his body.

  A groan escaped from beneath the shrine, sending a chill down Karen's back.

  The sheet pulled free as he stood, revealing the thinned, jaundice skin. John stood up, his back sliding against the wall, where he watched with wide-eyed madness.

  "Rob? You're alive!" he said.

  Karen's suspicions were confirmed: he'd lost his mind. No sane person would think something that looks like that could be a member of the living.

  Ellis didn't hesitate. In three large steps he stood in front of the reanimated brother, intent on skewering him with the sword.

  "No!"

  John charged forward, tackling Ellis from behind and sending the saber sliding across the floor.

  Karen cursed herself for leaving her sword on the bar. Though it was only twenty feet away, it might as well have been on the other side of town.

  John and Ellis tussled on the floor, throwing punches and kicks like wild men.

  "You already killed my pa! I ain't letting you kill my brother too!"

  "He's already dead! You saw it with your own eyes," Ellis said between labored breaths.

  They rolled into the bottom step of the stairs leading to the second floor, still throwing blows at one another.

  Another gunshot barked from the back of the building.

  Rob pivoted around in a slow motion, as if he was moving through mud. Karen couldn't understand why he didn't attack the helpless people against the wall instead of going after the two biggest men in the room.

  Was it some kind of memory of his brother driving him in that direction? Was it the sounds of the fight attracting him?

  "Help him," she said, looking from Randy to Anthony. "John is out of his mind!"

  "I will not fight the will of God," Randy said. He reclaimed his chair and stared at the floor, refusing to make eye contact with Karen.

  Anthony gave Karen a sad, hopeless look before averting his gaze.

  Rob's walking corpse was in the middle of the room, blocking Karen's path to either sword. Her eyes frantically swept the room, trying to find the table leg she'd used earlier. She finally spotted it sitting on the floor a few feet from where John and Ellis were trading fisticuffs.

  "Rob! Over here!" She jumped up in the air and waved her arms, trying to get his attention.

  His course didn't change. Only a few steps stood between Ellis, John and the cannibal.

  She eased her way forward, wary of getting too close. "Robert! Turn around, damn you!"

  No response outside of the expected moans. He was on top of them now and leaned down to take a bite from Ellis' back.

  Karen surged forward, throwing her small mass against Rob's knees. His legs buckled and he toppled over her, landing on his side. His large legs draped across her body, pinning her to the floor.

  She pushed against his boots, trying to lift his massive lower body away, but didn't have the strength.

  Rob sat up and grabbed her wrist, preventing her from sliding away. As he tried to turn toward her, his legs tumbled away, giving her room to stand.

  Leaning back at a steep incline, she tried to pull her trapped arm from his grasp. He was still clambering around on the floor, trying to get to his feet.

  Unable to shake his grip, she turned and stretched to her full length, trying to reach the saber sitting atop the bar. The sword was two feet beyond her reach, teasing her.

  Jerking her arm, stretching her body and screaming in fear, Karen dragged Rob toward the bar, fighting like a caged animal. Her fingers were
inches from the sword when her progress halted.

  Rob had regained his footing and was reeling in her arm while ducking his head to feast on her hand.

  From the corner of her eye she spotted Lauren, standing on the bottom stair. Her head wobbled from side to side, like grass in a high wind. She whipped her hand from side to side, trying to wrench it away from Rob's eager mouth.

  Ellis had gained a dominant position against John, using his heavy mass to pin him to the floor.

  Lauren's head bobbed forward, her chin resting against her chest at an unnatural angle. She bent down and lowered her swaying head at Ellis.

  "Lauren, no!"

  If she heard Karen's plea she didn't acknowledge it, and bit through Ellis' shirt and into his wide back. Blood oozed from the sides of her mouth as she clamped down.

  Ellis roared in pain. He tried to stand up, but his arms were tangled with John's, who either didn't understand the situation or was too far gone to care.

  Lauren gnawed at his back, tearing chunks away as he struggled helplessly under her.

  "Ellis!" Karen cried.

  Both of Rob's hands now held her forearm, immobilizing her limb.

  She felt his balmy breath against her skin as he opened his mouth to take a bite. A boom echoed through the room and the side of his head exploded, spraying its contents across the bar and her dress. She felt drops of blood splatter over her cheek and into her hair.

  Another crack and Lauren's body fell forward, slumping over Ellis' back. Grey matter drained from a hole where her temple had been.

  Karen froze in shock, staring down at the bodies laying across the floor. She wiped at her face, staring at the red smears in her palm. Creaks came from her neck as she turned her head and looked toward the stairs.

  At the top of the steps stood a man who looked like he crawled from a nightmare. He wore all black and was armed from head to toe, with gun and ammo belts hanging from every nook and cranny.

  He held a pistol in his right hand with smoke trailing from the barrel.

  All fighting, screaming, and crying ceased as everyone watched the man in black descend the stairs.

  Chapter 14

  After stepping through the window, he hadn't gone two steps into the hallway when he heard the fight downstairs. Knowing better than to run headlong into danger, he crept down the hall, using more matches to light the way.

  As he rounded the corner, he had enough light to see a banister leading to the lower floor. Stopping at the top of the stairs, he studied the area below.

  He spotted two moaners from his vantage point; one eating a large man's back, and another about to snack on a woman's arm. Not wanting to blast everyone in the area with pellets, he switched the shotgun to his left hand and drew his pistol.

  The man with teeth buried in him was already a dead man, he just didn't know it yet, so McCall aimed for the moaner holding the woman. Her skin appeared to be intact, so there was a chance to save her.

  Cocking the hammer back with his thumb, he put a bullet through the moaner's forehead, emptying its skull on the floor. He quickly changed targets and gunned down the woman.

  Silence filled the saloon. Everyone stared at him as if he were an apparition. The metallic smell of gunpowder burned his nostrils as he glared back at them. McCall holstered the pistol and gripped the double barrel with both hands, aiming in the general direction of the people by the bar.

  Descending the steps, he scanned, looking for more moaners. At the bottom of the stairs, two men remained in fighting positions, but were now in a temporary truce as they watched him approach.

  "Get up," he said.

  Neither moved.

  "I won't ask again."

  The man on the bottom released his grip from the massive, bleeding man on top of him. The man with chunks missing from his back strained against the dead woman lying on him as he straightened out.

  Her body slid to the floor and he stood up, eyeing McCall cautiously. The other man stayed on the floor, but slithered backward to the other side of the room. Mad Dog didn't like the way his eyes twitched.

  "I guess we owe you our thanks," the heavy set man said. "I'm Ellis. This is my saloon."

  McCall walked around him, keeping the shotgun aimed in his general direction, and sat at the bar. A woman stood close, with a sword a few feet from her.

  "Both of you move over there with your friends." He motioned to the other end of the room with the barrel of his shotgun.

  For a moment it looked like the blood covered woman was going to make a move for the sword. She looked directly into McCall's eyes, examining them, and then seemed to think better of it.

  Taking in everyone against the far wall, he began to regret his decision to come here. Everyone in this room looked drunk, crazy, or wounded. Except maybe the woman who thought about going for the sword – he didn't know what to make of her yet.

  "You're Mad Dog McCall," she said. "I thought you'd be younger."

  "I'll do the talking. Who's been bit?"

  "Just me," Ellis said, wincing at the pain in his back.

  "Move against the wall by the windows," McCall said, motioning with his gun again.

  The man did as he was told and sat in a chair, being careful not to rest against the back.

  "Ellis, your time is short," McCall said.

  A solemn nod told Mad Dog that Ellis already knew his fate was sealed.

  "Now what the hell is going on in this shit town?"

  "It's the end of days. God is striking down the unworthy," the drunk man said. He took another swig from a dark colored bottle.

  McCall never had much use for religion, but that didn't mean he wasn't a God fearing man. "What are you talking about?"

  "Don't listen to him. He's a fool and a liar," the strong willed woman said.

  "What's your name?" McCall asked her.

  "Karen. How did you escape from your cell? Did you kill Sheriff Stanley? What happened to Aaron?"

  "I said I'll do the−"

  "Did you blow up the jailhouse?"

  McCall had never met a woman quite like this before. Typically they shied away from him, weary of his false reputation.

  "Yes, I did. And no, I didn't kill the deputy or sheriff. At least, not the first time."

  "Don't fight the will of God. His ways will always remain a mystery to us," the drunk said, waving his arms through the air like he was giving a sermon.

  Hopping from his stool, McCall walked over to the dead man he'd shot down minutes before.

  "This is the work of God? Mindless corpses stumbling around, trying to eat those of us who are still alive? If that's God's work, then you can keep Him."

  "Blasphemer!"

  "He's been going on about this for quite awhile now," Karen said. "Randy is doctor and reverend of the town, as you can probably tell."

  "Shut your mouth, whore. He speaks the word of God!" the crazy man said.

  "I think he's right, Karen. What else explains what's going on?" asked a young woman in the corner. She was curled into a ball, as if that would somehow protect her.

  "Barbara, no! You can't believe this! Just a few hours ago you thought he was an idiot," Karen said. "Even if it is God, you can't think this asshole is His messenger."

  "And you'll refer to me as Doctor or Reverend," Randy said.

  "I only use titles on those who are to be respected."

  McCall wished he had taken his chances in the desert. At least out there he wouldn't have to deal with the bickering. Ignoring them, he walked to the front door and inspected the barrier they'd constructed.

  The nerve-racking moans and shuffles coming from the other side of the table added to the increasingly tense atmosphere. Shooting his guns around and inside of the building had attracted a massive amount of them. Now they pressed against the walls, windows, and door, slowly weakening them until they would eventually give way.

  The nails were already pulling free.

  "These aren't going to hold much longer," he said. />
  "What are we going to do?" Barbara asked.

  "Accept Jesus Christ as your Lord and savior. God will not harm his faithful."

  "When they come piling in here, you hold up your Bible and I'll hold up my guns. We'll see who lasts longer," McCall said.

  "You killed my brother," the crazy man said. "And now you're mocking a servant of God." He climbed to his feet and took an aggressive stance at McCall.

  Mad Dog reclaimed his seat by the bar and looked at his would-be attacker without a hint of concern on his face.

  "Which one is your brother? The one whose brains are all over the place?"

  Growling in rage, John took a step forward.

  "John, don't!" Karen said.

  "John? Listen to the woman. After what I've gone through today, killing you isn't a concern to me." He leveled the shotgun at John's chest. "Faith or no, you ain't bulletproof."

  Karen stepped forward, temporarily defusing the situation. "I think it's some kind of disease. Maybe a form of rabies."

  "Can rabies raise the dead?" McCall asked. He'd seen plenty of rabid dogs in his day, but none that could live through disembowelment.

  "I didn't say it was rabies exactly. Some of the symptoms are similar though."

  "Only God−"

  "Yeah, we get it, God is trying to kill all of us. Shut the hell up already," McCall said. He expected the reverend to recommend human sacrifice soon.

  The table covering the door pushed partially dislodged, the nails popping out a full inch.

  "Shit!" Karen said, running to McCall's side of the room.

  He didn't try to keep her away. Jumping off the stool, he walked backward to the stairs.

  "You seem to be the only one in here that has her head on straight," he said, never taking his eyes from the door. "You know how to shoot?"

  "Of course. But Ellis isn't a part of whatever they're becoming over there," she said, pointing to the saloon owner.

  "He's bit. It's only a matter of time before he turns against us."

  "He can help us until then!"

  McCall considered the situation for a moment. "Fine, but he's on you. Fall behind and you're on your own."