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stuff. We’re going to need all of the room we can get.” We had found several old style ‘boom boxes’ at a pawn shop. Batteries were much harder to find unfortunately, so I had rigged them to run off of car batteries. The advantage was they were going to play loudly for several hours. “When the zombies have moved away, Fred and Howard will come in with their truck and tanker, along with one of the Captain’s men in their truck.”
                  Lashonda shook her head with worry. “If my son comes to harm, I’ll never forgive you Zachariah Gunderson.” She said.
                  “I believe the weather, combined with dusk, will greatly diminish their ability to see…” I started to say more, but she walked out of the room without another word. I watched her walk out as Andie came over the radio.
                  “Are you there Zach?” She asked.
                  “Affirmative.” I responded.
                  “We’ll be there. If anything changes, let me know. I’ll be monitoring this frequency.” I acknowledged and signed off.
                  The rain was starting when we arrived at the creek with the boats and equipment. Fred helped me launch the boats and tether them together. Lil’ H and I put life preservers on and got in.
                  “Okay Lil’ H, we got oars and a trolling motor. If you see zombies, hide under those blankets. I’ll shoot them if I have to.”
                  “How long will it take Zach?” He asked.
                  The rain was falling harder now and the lightning strikes were closer. “A few hours I think.” I hoped. Fred and Howard waved at us as we floated off.
                  Mill Creek was rising with water quickly now as the rain steadily intensified. Our boats sped along with the current, occasionally using our oars to push us away from the banks. As we passed through the different neighborhoods, all we saw were rotting corpses. Many of them were now mere skeletal remains with some last remaining vestiges of tissue holding the bones together. We passed by one who was stuck in the mud. He turned his head on a rotting neck as we went by it.
                  There wasn’t a living human in sight.
                  There were other life forms though. Flies, mosquitoes, mice, and rats, to name a few. Millions of them. Without mankind to control their population, they thrived.
                  As we went under the Murfreesboro Road Bridge there were a few corpses on the side of the creek bank. Suddenly, Lil’ H gasped. Those are moving Zach!” He whispered. I peered closer, and when I realized what I was seeing, almost vomited.
                  “No H, they’re not alive.” I whispered. The writhing movements of the thousands of maggots made the bodies seem alive though. I explained it to him. He gagged involuntarily, but to his credit he held it down and didn’t complain. It looked they had been living in a hobo camp under the bridge before dying of some unknown cause.
    I casually wondered what had led to their demise. Was it zombies? Disease?
    The re were no other surprises as the creek threaded its way through the Donelson community, and soon we were dumped out into the Cumberland River. Exiting the tributary we now had to travel upstream. This was going to be a test. If the Cheatham dam was compromised, the current was probably going to be too strong for a trolling motor, but I did not feel a loud outboard motor was worth the risk. I threw a small chunk of wood out into the river and the two of us watched it.
                  “What do you think Zach?” Lil’ H asked.
                  “The current doesn’t seem to be any stronger than normal, full speed ahead.” I said as I looked back at him. He had practically begged me to let him steer the trolling motor and I