“You’re damn right I want to talk about this.” Joe was a seething cauldron of crankiness. “You ever been in the bush with nothing but a Colt pistol and a machete between you and a million undead Viet Cong?”
“Have you, boy?”
“No, of course not.”
“Then you don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”
“You’re saying Vietnam was about zombies?”
“I’m saying there’s a lot you don’t know about zombies. Fact, it was only a matter of time till they came to America.”
“You knew this was going to happen?”
“Why do you think I’m still alive?”
“So what’s with getting to DC all of a sudden?”
“Strength in numbers. I got some buddies in Congress that were there too. They know what’s going on. They’ll have shelter, connections. We’ll get the Marines involved—”
“If your friends are still alive,” I added.
“That’s a chance I’m willing to take.”
“What about Nicole? Would you risk her life too?”
“Look son, unless you’ve got a better idea…” He was interrupted by a scream from his wife. The car was surrounded.