“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?”

“Well…”

“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.