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" Hold on Harry, I'll be there in a couple of hours. Just hang on." Simon said over the short wave radio. " Please hurry" The English man replied. " These bloody things are every where." " You'll be out of there soon, over and out." Simon flicked his cigarette out of the speeding truck as it headed towards New York. It stuck a one eyed paramedic wandering along the side highway. The creature swatted at the sparks like annoying bees.

Simon put a cassette in the tape player, Blue Oyster Cult " History shows again and again how nature points up the folly of men" Simon looked at his newfound travel companion; Liam whom he found trapped in a house in Philly. He'd suffered a bad leg wound from a broken window, which Simon bandaged up. Liam was asleep in the passenger seat of the Ryder truck and had no idea of where they were going.

The streets of Hoboken were like a ghost town; only the moans of the wandering dead could be heard. Simon had gotten a distress call from an English Man named Ian 'Harry' Harrison. He and a few others were trapped in an office building on the island of Manhattan. The National Guard had blown the bridges and tunnels leading off the island. Trying to keep the two million zombies there from getting out. Harry and his people didn't get off the island in time. Simon found an empty warehouse near the docks on the Hudson River and pulled the Ryder truck inside just as Liam was waking up. " Where the Hell are we?" he asked half asleep " Hoboken" " The answer to his question woke Liam up quicker then a bucket of cold water " What the Fuck are we doing here! New York has got to be worse then Philly!" " Because I got radio message for help. There's a group trapped in Manhattan and I'm going get them out." Liam couldn't believe what Simon was saying. " Why should we help them?" " Why did I help you?" Simon answered bluntly. " You stay with the truck until I get back" Simon said getting out of the truck. " I'll be back as soon as I can" Simon opened the back and started to get some things out. Liam was going to take the truck and supplies as soon as Simon was gone, he thought to himself. Before he could plan on where to go from here, he heard a metallic clank. Liam looked in the side mirror and saw Simon putting a car boot on the truck's back wheel. " Won't want to get back and not find the truck." Simon said with a sly grin on his face. Simon put on his holster and belt. Checked the Ruger Black Hawk Convertible single action revolver. Loaded six rounds each of 9mm, 38 special and 357 magnums into the belt's ammo loops. Next he took out his modified AR-7 and a backpack with 500 round of .22 LR subsonic hollow points. Each filled with a very deadly quick acting poison. Lastly he took out his long gray over coat. The coat had several pockets on the inside that were filled with useful items; mini grenades, lock picks, smoke bombs, flares, multi tool. Simon called the coat his 'utility belt '.

Simon closed the massive warehouse door as he left. In the daylight, Simon looked more like a bohemian artist then a survivalist. The AR-7 was loaded and cocked. There a few wandering zombies around, mostly dock workers, fishermen and winos. Several of them were fighting over the remains of a sea gull as Simon slipped past them. As he got closer to the pier, four of the zombies noticed him and began stumbling in his direction. Simon raised the AR-7 and fired. The rifle's barrel had a suppresser built into it. With the subsonic ammo, the only noise was the slide moving as it ejected the spent casings. Each of the four hit the wooden boards with soft thud. " Maybe these things aren't trying to eat our flesh" Simon said to himself. " They're just trying to chew their way to our souls" At pier number six, a car ferry was berthed. Simon hopped on board and checked it out. Not a zombie in sight. It took a few minutes to get the ship under way. To Simon, Manhattan looked like a vision of Hell. Moans echoed through the air, fires could be seen raging in different areas of the island. Flames rising, buildings falling. Streams of black smoke intertwining as they rose. Simon had come here to find the citizen of this abyss on Earth.

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