Epilogue
Mark Innes headed to the Shelter of the Zombies. He gazed at the barbed-wire fence; he was thinking the police, the soldiers, or both, would shoot him dead. And he prayed to God, and Jesus Christ, not to be bitten. The faded King James Bible was on the wet, muddy, ground; the pages that were about the Book of Revelation, was near the silo, from the Cold War in the 1960's, when President John F. Kennedy was in the White House. 335Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsZiCeqsjQW
Voices from inside meant that something was going on.
The Project was days' old.
The shadows loomed over the stucco houses nearby.
The words: NO TRESPASSERS. $500 DOLLAR FINE, AND 25 YEARS IN FEDERAL PRISON. BEWARE OF THE DOG
Mark looked around.
The dogs weren't rabid like Cujo, his favorite Stephen King novel. He saw the fog. Then he saw the Risers.
He screamed, fled the area, before going back home, where his parents were bickering in the Loungeroom over the television remote control.
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