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Soul nodded.  “They said a few times they tied all the Georgia stations still broadcasting together into a network.  They switching off, taking turns doing local and state and national news.  There a few choppers that’ve gone up in places, getting some pictures from the air, but there’s no telling how long it’ll last.”
    “So Atlanta’s gone.  We figured that was going to happen.” Bobo said soberly.
    “Naw bro, you the one figured that.” Shooter pointed out.
    “Yeah.  You nailed that one back on Friday.” Tank nodded.
    “Don’t matter.  It gone.  Too much else going on to be worrying about who done called what.” Bobo disagreed.  “What else?” he asked Mr. Soul.
    The old man frowned speculatively.  “Atlanta suburbs outside the Perimeter a real mess.  Whole area’s covered in zombies.  Same with Macon, Augusta, Columbus, Savannah, Athens.  Near as I can make out from what they’re saying, any place that had any good number of people living there is a zombie town.”
    “They flattened the whole city and didn’t even kill all the zombies?” Darryl asked, unable to help himself.
    “They didn’t level Atlanta.” Mr. Soul said with a sad shrug.  “But the fires are doing the same job, just taking longer.”
    “Fire not killing the zombies?” Big Chief sighed.
    “Some.  News saying if they burn long enough they go down, but some of the ones that only get scorched are really unpleasant.  Ain’t no one or nothing that should be walking around looking like that.”
    “Zombies weren’t bad enough; now we got a bunch of half-cooked ones too.” Shooter frowned.
    “Fucking great.” Tank rumbled.
    Bobo clearly wasn’t as interested in the condition of the zombies, and changed the subject back to the overall situation.  “Athens ain’t too far from us.”
    “Yeah, and I ’ve been hoping for some pictures, but none of the choppers are anywhere near here.  There ain’t too many ground teams running around filming anymore either.  About the best they getting from the ground are cameras pointed out windows or from roofs, and a whole lot of rumors collected from people fleeing the bad spots.” Mr. Soul said.
    “Smart bastards.” Darryl grimaced.  “That a good way to get eat, poking around near zombies.” he said, pronouncing eat ‘et’, like in ‘get’.
    “Smart, but we could use a little more info about what’s going on around us.” Bobo sighed.
    “I’ll keep watching as long as they’re talking and we got power.”
    “Right now you and them TVs a priority.” Bobo said.  “I willing to burn up some gas running a generator just for that.  At least for a few days anyway.”
    “Can’t say I disagree too much, we gotta know what we’re dealing with.” Mr. Soul said.  “If you want the short version, there ain’t a place anywhere in the state, or in the Southeast for that matter, that sounds like they still holding themselves together.”
    “You saying everyone dead?” Jody asked.
    “No, but whoever left is in small groups like us.  Doesn’t look like any of the cities, and hardly any of the towns, are like they were Friday morning before everything got going.” the preacher shrugged.  “Choppers spotted a few folks here and there while they were flying around to somewhere more interesting.  People holed up in boarded up buildings on the roofs, places that have come up with barricades like we have, that kind of thing.  None of them look too big, but they’re out there.”
    “Gue ss that something.” Darryl said sourly.  In less than seventy-two hours, everything had fallen into a state maybe – maybe – a few steps short of complete anarchy.  He guessed when millions start dying or eating the ones still breathing that was to be expected, but the speed at which everything had fallen apart was utterly unexpected.
    “What about the country?” Bobo said calmly.  “There any hope anywhere?”
    “Tougher to figure that one out.” Mr. Soul