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Confusion and fear overwhelmed his senses, but it was all normal as far as he could comprehend.
    A soft wall barricaded his path somewhere else. He moved along its side, tripping over plastic objects he didn’t know were there. He fell, got up, and fell again. He didn’t remember how many times he had done this. He didn’t remember how many times he did anything. Things would go black and turn to color again. Every place he awoke was in different shades. Yellow, blue and gray surfaces coated his eyes.
    Something sharp jabbed into him, but he felt no pain. More of those familiar looking things stared down on him. There were balls of many colors, filled with lines, triangles, circles and other shapes. Deep inside he felt he knew them, but most times they scared him.
    Abandonment, loneliness and despair were emotions he did not remember. Flashes of other figures intermingled with his thoughts. He smelled things that made him hunger and his mouth watered. His bleak existence had no meaning, not to him. He traveled up something and slipped down it. A thrilling sensation overcame him. He wanted that again, but didn’t know how. Something smacked him in the head. He saw it, round and red. He picked it up and said, “Numma-numma.”

 
    CHAPTER 17
     
     
    She was still there, lying like a baby sheep in a meadow. The plush mattress cushioned her curled up figure, snuggled in Nate McDaniel’s silken sheets. No sound, no matter how abrupt he made it, stirred her excellent figure. She was exhausted, but not from him, as he would like to think, rather her demanding job with the media. He sat at her side admiring the woman he had just scored. Being the most famous man in the world had its advantages, all of which he knew he was not worthy of. Sighing, he covered up her naked figure, got up and walked stiff legged out of the bedroom.
    Shaking his head he said, “I hate it when this happens.”
    She’s still here. He couldn’t stand that. She was one of those kinds that wanted to hang around, pick his brain or have a nice dinner in town. More press, more pictures, maybe a wedding … he understood the road she was on. He’d been trying to get off the celebrity highway for years, but it wasn’t possible.
    The seclusion of his high-rise condominium kept most wanton predators at bay. It was his three thousand square foot man cave. The starlets of his world came and went as he saw to that. This was his anti-matrimony lair. No girls allowed … for long.
    He followed a short set of stairs into a den that overlooked the city of Washington, D.C.. Nate’s study was plenty big, displaying custom mahogany cabinets, marble countertops and an oversized mini bar. Closing the door behind him, he grabbed a Gobster energy drink from the fridge. Pulling back the tab, he glanced over the can. Caffeine and sugar… the nectar of the zombies. He let out a quick laugh; afterall, it was his dumb luck that made the discovery. It seemed that two of his favorite ingredients were the zombie’s as well. He felt an unsettling in his stomach and set the can down.
    He watched the busy city streets below. The streams of people, as small as ants, seemed to be on the move as the rain began to splatter his window. He could never crush the thought that all of those people might have been zombies, should have been zombies, if not for him. Now, he wanted to be ready if it happened again.
    The only good that came from the zombies was the dismemberment of global terrorism. The Middle East was inflicted at the outset and their losses were reported heavier than most. Leaders of the tight knit networks all but disappeared, either from death or zombieism, as most speculated. Many differences were settled, as people all over the world seemed to understand that there were bigger problems that needed to be addressed … like extinction.
    Sitting down in a comfortable leather desk chair he checked some accounts, read messages and texted a few that had dangled in his