Free Soldier On: Surviving the Zombie Apocalypse by Shawn Chesser Page B

government. Scariest of all is the last inscription on the monument.”
    “What was the message?”  Colonel Shrill caught himself leaning in towards the President. He had been hanging on to her every word.
    Valerie Clay ran a shaky hand through her brunette hair before she revealed what was inscribed on the 238,000 pound warning to humanity. “The first line reads Maintain humanity under 500,000,000 in perpetual balance with nature .”
    Colonel Shrill shook his head, “We failed that one long ago.”
    “All of the other lines have similar admonishments. The last one sums it all up succinctly. Be not a cancer on the earth-Leave room for nature- Leave room for nature .” 
    Colonel Shrill digested the story, his mind working it like a calculus problem.
    “I hate to say it but fortunately the sheer number of undead may be the only thing standing in the way of them ultimately achieving their goal, and if luck isn’t on our side I’m afraid the undead may be the final victors.”

Chapter 13
    Stanley, Idaho
     
    Richard Ganz increased the pressures on the shears. Tiny rivulets of blood poured from the cuts. The red was in stark contrast with the sheriff’s pale white hands. Ganz had made sure the handcuffs were ratcheted as tight as they would go. “How does it feel officer?”
    An unintelligible word slipped between Blanda’s split lips.
    “What’s the matter cat got your tongue?” The red headed biker followed through, with a horrible crunch the sheriff’s finger separated from his hand. “You hang out here for awhile. I’m gonna go and do awful things to your little girl...I’ll be back to finish with you though. Don’t go anywhere, you hear?”
    The battered lawman passed out, but not before Richard Ganz words registered in his subconscious.
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    The bed springs screeched out a cadence of noisy protest as the fit young woman struggled under the weight of the huge biker.
    Irene plead with the man, “ Let me go. I’ll do anything you want .”
    “You already are. Now shut up or I’ll cut your dad down so he can watch.”
    It was the third time in as many hours he had entered the trailer to have his way with her. The red headed pig was rough and never did he look her in the eye. Each time it had been the same. He kept his boots on, pulled his pants down and then the frantic pumping started. She only remembered bits and pieces of the horrific ordeal. While he defiled her he would methodically choke her in and out of consciousness. Another thing Irene noticed, he never took off the greasy jacket adorned with the smirking Nomad Jester patch.
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    The scum was truly a one per center. The ruthless biker became a kingpin and learned to enjoy killing other human beings in prison. Although there had been plenty of close calls, somehow luck was always on his side, not once did he do extra time for a murder on the inside.
    Richard Ganz served five years and was released with nothing to show for his time but some battle scars and a new found determination to grow his criminal empire and stay on the outside.
    The gang welcomed him back with open arms. The association with the Aryan Brotherhood had seemed the perfect fit. They all hated the same people and they all liked the same things, money, guns, drugs and an obedient “old lady” to hit the sack with now and again.
    With the drugs selling steadily, money soon stacked up. With money anything was possible. Ganz surrounded himself with like minded thinkers and moved his product and guns all over the western United States.
    The feeling he had since the dead started walking was second to none. Ganz fancied himself a modern day Billy the Kid and he was approaching the same body count. He had fulfilled his first order of business as soon as the President declared martial law; Sheriff Blanda actually came to him and asked for help with the walking dead. Dumbass Barney Fife was trussed up with his own fucking handcuffs before he knew what was going on. Richard Ganz