Kates Calling

The Last Days Series

Kate’s’ Calling

Written By Julie Brown

Published By Julie Brown on Smashwords

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I would like to thank all of my friends and family for their support while I write my books. The following people, I would like to thank personally. My cousin Tim Caldwell for help with undead Jillian. My mother-In-Law, Patti Vail and My Aunt Kim Pence Butler for the creation of Kimmy, and their support as well. My Father-In–Law Tom Brown for the idea of making Jillian a part of a series. My son Jeremy Cooper and my husband Jeremy Brown just for being there. I would also like to thank Dan Tankersley A.K.A. Tank, and Joe Jarusiewic A.K.A. Mojo, for letting me use their names and likenesses. There is most definitely a bar in Dayton, Ohio called Tanks’ Bar and Grill. You should visit sometime. Great food, good service…. And last but not least, my current co-workers Tisha and Greg, for letting me use their first names. My sisters Darlene Nipper and Heather Bryant, for their support as well as my other brothers and sisters, all eight of them.

OMG there are so many! I feel like I’m accepting an award! LOL.. Anyway…Much love and Thanks to you all. *****

Chapter One

October 24,2013 10:22 A.M.

I have always thought that if the world were going to end, it would be because the sun or some other heavenly body would hurl out of the sky at astronomical speeds and slam into the earth; shattering it into a billion pieces in an instant. Unfortunately, that’s not the case. Nope. We’re not that lucky. Instead we get to receive the Plague of the Undead. I’ll admit that I was dumbfounded when I heard of the dead rising. It was straight out of Hollywood. That couldn’t happen. Once you’re dead, you’re dead. Nope, not at all.

The ones that died in the earthquakes and tsunamis, fires, tornados; those people were the lucky ones. Now, I imagine it was scary enough and I can imagine the fear they must’ve felt. Probably as scared as I am … It’s just a different kind of scared. They were truly blessed to be given a quick death. If there were any survivors, they are surely dead by now. I couldn’t believe that the United States hasn’t collapsed as well. I understand why. We had obviously chosen our own fate.

Zombies? Really? I mean, come on. I’ll bet my life that it was man made and they (meaning the government) put it out there. Where else would it come from?

Jillian felt it was a punishment from God. Me, not being very religious; felt it was population control. There are too many people in this country. We have immigration problems. They probably wanted to see how bad the foreigners wanted to ‘run for the border’ when they heard about this. They’d be running back to their own borders. I think it was already in the works before the disasters occurred.

I think they developed and planned it. They couldn’t have picked a worse time to release it. And they probably thought they could handle it, but it became bigger than they ever imagined. Yea, that’s what I think happened. Why didn’t they eliminate all threat of this spreading when they had all the resources? Somebody ; purposely let it walk right out the front door.

No matter. There’s no sense in trying to figure it out, I’m not even sure what I believe, now. I can’t change a thing.

I am Kate Roland. I was a Private First Class soldier in the Army, until the world began falling apart. Then I became just another human being fighting to save my life. Why? I don’t know. I’m surely not going to find the man of my dreams and get married, have babies and live happily ever after. No chance of that, ever.

No, I’m not bitten, or infected at all. I do have a sprained ankle, which is one of the reasons why I’m still here in this cemetery. If my ankle were not injured, I would have already tried to leave. As beautiful as it is, I can’t stay here forever. But I can stay here for now. I need a rest anyway. This will be healed in a few days and I can go on my way. For now, I’m tired of running, and I’m tired of hiding. If I had a bullet, I would use it. But I have long since run out of ammo for the only weapon I have left. Maybe my future travels will lead me to an armory. Nice thought, but I doubt it. You never know though, obviously anything can happen.

As I mentioned a moment ago, I am currently staying in a cemetery. The All Souls Cemetery in fact. I know because I saw the great big sign beside the front gates. It is somewhere in southern Tennessee. Imagine that. Believe it or not; in the midst of the rising dead, a cemetery is the safest place to be. For some odd reason, the dead here do not rise; they can’t hurt me.

I have always been fond of cemeteries, and I found a beautiful crypt to hang out in. Someone really loved Markus McNeal because his crypt is all decked out with a curtain, a loveseat and a few framed photos, and a blue plush throw blanket. It has come in handy because it’s been just a little cold outside. There was a Cuban cigar, but I smoked it. I don’t see it as rude, he wasn’t gonna need it.

I love the quiet, peaceful surroundings and the natural beauty of cemeteries. There are actually birds singing and a nice crisp breeze is blowing through the trees causing the leaves to rustle and fall from their branches.

I am writing this down because I agree with Jillian, someone needs to keep an account of what has went on here. I got this idea from her. She didn’t think there would be anyone left to find her notes, but I found them and I have hope that someone will find mine as well. I might make it a point to personally give it to someone. But that’s not likely. I don’t think I will find anyone else alive in these parts. If I succeed in getting out of here, I will start my own history for the new world, if there is one.

A few things have happened over the course of the last week; small subtle hints that made me believe that maybe this world will have a second chance. Gave me something to look forward to, when there was nothing but the undead to count on a week ago. I don’t think it will happen very soon, it may take years or even decades. I don’t think I will be able to hold out that long.

I do love the spot I am hidden in, but I don’t have the means to stay here for a lengthy amount of time. Eventually I am going to need to leave, I’ll need food. And the body is driven to survive and hunt down