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    Zombies! Episode 2.2: The Good Fight
    Zombies! Episode 2.2: The Good Fight
    Zombies! Episode 2.2: The Good Fight
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    Zombies! Episode 2.2: The Good Fight

    By Ivan Turner

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    When a campground is overrun by zombies, the "zombie hunter" is called in to clean it out and keep it quiet. The job seems easy enough. Destroying thirty or so zombies in a six mile wooded area is definitely an achievable goal. But the complications of a survivor mean that the zombie hunter will have to make a choice between what's right and what earns him his pay.

    Disturbed by the discovery of the Zombie Containment Facility, Abby sets up an appointment with one of their executives. She travels out to New Jersey to meet with a Ms. Huang and discovers that there's more to this facility than she ever expected.

    Finally, the identity crisis for the Johnsons comes to a head as Deanna decides what she must do and where she must be and Trip Fevreaux decides to play his hand.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherIvan Turner
    Release dateNov 28, 2011
    ISBN9781466113299
    Zombies! Episode 2.2: The Good Fight
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    Ivan Turner

    A child of the movies, I was always consumed by fantastic stories told by others and translated into adventures to be retold by me through the action figure medium. As I grew older, I put the action figures away and moved into the realm of role playing. Though I never outgrew role playing, I certainly don't have the time for it anymore. Since I was eleven years old, I've been pouring almost every ounce of creative energy I have into writing.I graduated college in 1993 with a degree in computer science. I tried my hand at programming for a couple of years and found it pretty unsatisfying. I later became a partner at a comic book store, where I spent several years. Though it wasn't a financial success, the experience I gained from running the store and the people that I met (many of whom I'm still in touch with today) was priceless. After leaving the store, I settled into a career of teaching. I still teach at a public high school in New York. Ironically, I've picked up computer programming again, which is what I mostly teach.I've been writing the whole time.I released my first book electronically in 2010. Forty Leap was a turning point for me in both style and story building. The Book of Revelations, which was written earlier but released later, was sort of a midway point between the writer I was and the writer I've become. I experimented with a very odd style and a story that employed diverse characters and controversial situations.In September 2010, I released the first installment of Zombies! Zombies! has been a tremendous success for me that came very close to being made into a television series. Since Zombies!, I have written a five part miniseries called Castes and have been working on developing tabletops games, the first of which, ApocalypZe, was published in early 2014.Now, 6 years later, a 3rd Zombies! series is due to be released in September of 2016.

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      Zombies! Episode 2.2 - Ivan Turner

      Zombies! Episode 2.2: The Good Fight

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      Copyright 2011 by Ivan Turner

      This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be resold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each person you share it with. If you're reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then you should return to Smashwords.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

      The people and events in this book are fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental.

      ***

      What has come before.

      In the wake of the Red Blizzard Abby Benjamin sought relief from the fear not only through her own healing but through the healing of others. As a result, she helped to found the Zombie Victims Foundation, a center that provided aid and therapy for victims of the zombie plague. Through her work at the foundation, she has found the relief she sought and a purpose to her life that far surpassed any of her goals. But when she is sent an email from a place called the Zombie Containment Facility, she is reminded of the stories surrounding the Zombie Rights Association. She herself participated in exposing zombie safe houses, an activity which resulted in a terrible fire that cost the life of a firefighter. It is a concept which does not sit well with her, one she must confront on her own terms.

      In Bolton, Ontario, Deanna and Daniel Johnson have been struggling through their own personal identity crises. Together in their plight, yet separated by their own pain, they each have been seeking a link to the lives they left behind as Denise Luco and Lance Naughton. While Deanna has become ever more mired in the Deanna Johnson personality, Daniel has been investigating the zombie attacks that cost him his reputation and his position on the police force. Enlisting the aid of his friend, Trip Fevreaux, Daniel has been hoping that technology will work to his advantage and point him in the right direction. But in his shortsighted haste, he has given Trip the key to unlocking his Lance Naughton identity.

      ***

      Sheriff Jerry Lemmon leaned up against his squad car and smoked a cigarette. To his left and his right were other cars and trucks, all carrying men who would help Lemmon if things went bad. He didn’t expect any trouble, but there was a shotgun was on the hood of the car just in case. He was waiting just beyond the entrance to the campground. About forty or fifty feet away stood a line of bungalows. There were seven in view and then another seven behind the first. A single path led up to the horizontal walk, which could take a person to each and every one of the small cottages. Beyond that were the trees, the hiking trails, and the campsites. It had been three days since anyone had gone back there and four days since anyone had come out.

      At the end of the line of cars and trucks, a dirt track led out to the main road. It was narrow, just wide enough for two small cars to pass side by side but only wide enough for one real car. There was some scrub and trees behind the sheriff, but nothing nearly as thick as the forest behind the bungalows. He had a couple of men hiding in the scrub. They were doing a poor job of it, but that didn’t really matter. They were insurance. Jerry didn’t like the deal he was about to make. The whole of it made his skin crawl, but he was out of options. No more of his men were going into that deathtrap.

      Shortly there came the sound of an engine and tires struggling on the dirt. Around the bend a dark blue van appeared. It was an older model, but he could tell that the engine was well maintained. There were some dents on the side and on the hood. Taking one last satisfying drag on his cigarette, he tossed the butt into the dirt and stomped on it. Then he grabbed up his shotgun and put it back in the car. He wasn’t sure why he did it. What, then, was the point of having had it out in the first place? Maybe it was the presence of just the one vehicle that had eased his nerves.

      Squinting, he was barely able to make out the driver. It only took a moment to realize that the he wasn’t the important one. He was just a kid. It was the man on the passenger side that Jerry would have to deal with. He was a lean man, young, with a solid face. Though Jerry couldn’t see his eyes behind the sun glare, he could tell by the set of his jaw that he was stern man. He was also trouble with a capital T.R.O.U.B.L.E. The last thing Jerry needed was more trouble. Unfortunately, no new options had presented themselves in the last thirty seconds. Maybe trouble was a good quality in this case. Jerry mulled that over a bit, trying to spin it to his advantage. After all, you’d have to be a little bit crazy to go ahead and fight zombies.

      The van pulled to a stop right where the road widened and Jerry’s backup had started to park their trucks. As the sheriff, it was Jerry’s responsibility to handle this deal. It was also his responsibility to avoid these kinds of deals. But in the small towns of the deep south, you did what you had to do to protect your public. As the man got out of the van, Jerry tried to force himself to look relaxed. He was thinking that he probably should have kept the cigarette. The man came around the front of his van and approached. In his fourteen years as a law officer, Jerry had dealt with his fair share of hard situations and tough customers. He’d fought drunks and raging drug addicts. He’d taken down men who thought it was okay to beat on their children. For the most part, he took his responsibility as a man of the law very seriously. And, though he thought of himself as a good man, he knew that the obligation that came with being the highest police authority in his county sometimes drew him outside the bounds of what he would normally consider proper. He certainly wasn’t going to be getting any state funding for this. Taking care of it discretely was so much more important to the vitality of his community. There were so very few things that brought money into his town. The campground was one of them. If the public put a zombie stamp on it, it would be all over. If that wellspring of cash dried up then the people of Mizona Lake could just pack it up and leave.

      Before addressing Jerry, the zombie hunter took a moment to have a glance at his surroundings. He took a long look at the line of bungalows, seeming to see through them to the trees behind. Jerry didn’t understand what he was looking at or looking for. As he assessed the area, Jerry assessed him. He put the guy in his mid-twenties, though his eyes made him look older. He stood a bit slouched yet it didn’t take away from his aura of confidence. He was wearing a pair of dark blue jeans with bleached streaks in them. On his back

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