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  Farmers Against Zombies

  By

  Alathia Morgan

  This is a work of fiction and in no way is meant to portray the actual historical event. People, names, places, events, or situations are all fictional, with the exception of the actual historical names, but the events in this book are truly fictional and have no factual basis. The ideas were from the author’s own imagination, and any resemblance to people living or dead is entirely coincidental.

  Copyright: February 2021

  Written By: Alathia Morgan

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner without written permission, except in the case of quotations for articles and reviews.

  Table of Contents

  Dedication

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  A Note from the Author

  More Books from Alathia Morgan

  Against Zombies Series

  Moms Against Zombies Book 1

  Military Against Zombies Book 2

  Co-Eds Against Zombies Book 3

  Churches Against Zombies Book 4

  Geeks Against Zombies Book 5

  Governments Against Zombies Book 6

  Farmers Against Zombies Book 7

  Infected History Series

  Infected Waters: A Titanic Disaster

  Infected Poppy Fields: A WWI Disaster

  Infected Storm Troopers: A WWII Disaster

  Also Writing as Paris Morgan:

  Murders of the Zodiac

  Aquarius Book 1

  Pisces Book 2

  Aries Book 3

  Taurus Book 4

  Gemini Book 5

  Cancer Book 6

  Leo Book 7

  Virgo Book 8

  Libra Book 9

  Scorpio Book 10

  Sagittarius Book 11

  Capricorn Book 12

  Writing Romance as Pepper Paris:

  Summer of Love

  Carter: Summers of Love 1

  Kelly: Summers of Love 2

  Wade: Summers of Love 3

  Jay: Summers of Love 4

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  Chapter 1

  Cooper

  It was all over. The zombies had laid down in the streets and the humans had stopped fighting or were dead.

  The process had taken longer than planned to get to this point and I knew that my wife hadn’t spotted me yet. If she was still alive…

  None of the men I’d left to help protect my wife and kids were anywhere to be seen in the chaos. That didn’t mean anything, but I hoped that someone was still around and taking care of my family.

  “Can I help you, sir?” A voice brought me back to the present and I glanced their way.

  “Yes, I’m looking for Trish or Jessica. Linc Harris was supposed to be in charge here as well, maybe he knows something about where they are.”

  "Oh, you'll need to talk to Corporal Jackson. She's been overseeing this part of the battle." The blood-streaked woman pointed over toward the one house in the area.

  “Right, thank you.” I’d had no idea that there was anyone with military training here working with Linc and the farmers. If it was the same Jackson that I’d met in Nashville it would be so much easier to explain things.

  “Well, if these guys aren’t from the military then we’re in serious trouble because they all wear uniforms and seem very sure of themselves.” She shrugged wearily. “Go see for yourself.”

  Taking her at her word, I tucked my gun into the holster. It had become a habit to have it out and ready for danger.

  An argument drew me around the corner of the house and toward a picnic table where four or five soldiers were gathered.

  “I don’t understand it.” One complained confused, “it’s like they were just turned off. How can we be sure that they won’t try something like that again?”

  "Um, I think I can help with that," I spoke firmly as I held my hands up to show I meant no harm.

  “Who are you?” A smaller woman with the corporal insignia eyed me with caution.

  “Cooper Walsh, my family has been living here. I work or rather worked for the government until the coupe. Linc Harris was here looking after my family on my sister-in-law’s farm.” I introduced myself and relief flooded through me when recognition flashed in her eyes.

  “Heard good things about you. If you know what’s going on with the ZIT’s then I’d love to hear it. We’ve got a small window to regroup before they start sending more against us.” Patti spoke with authority.

  "They won't be doing that in the near future. The only thing you have to worry about are the humans. The ZIT's have been taken out. Not all, but most of them with new technology."

  “Seriously?” Her face broke into a smile. “So the rumors were true. You found a way to take out the dead.”

  “Not completely. There are different versions of the virus and the tech we’ve come up with are taking out most of them. I’ve got some of the military guys from Nashville headed this way. They’ll be here in the morning. Until then I’d like to find my family before I start helping you guys get this under control.”

  “Follow me,” She waved to a couple of guys and the few that had come with me did just that.

  The dark night sky was starting to fade at the edges as three trucks pulled out to head to the clinic where my wife and Linc were at. It had been a long road to get there, but my family was alive.

  ----

  I'd known something was going on in the government, but couldn't quite put my finger on it.

  Laying in that bunk in the safest place possible with nothing to do but stare at the ceiling. It had left me with a lot of time to think of all the angles and who could be responsible.

  Who could possibly benefit from a worldwide reset? It wasn't like a terrorist would want to take out all of the powerful countries of the world.

  Then when I realized that it might have started as a terrorist threat, but someone was making use of the situation for their own good.

  The reports I'd come across had explained it all. Each region of the US had had a major explosion or event that had triggered the start of the ZITs in that area. It hadn't happened simultaneously, but even with the natural contagions from overseas, there was more than one strain of the virus in each area.

  We’d only planned for one or two possible strains as the reaction team. From what my CIA sources had turned in, multiple strains had shown up causing all the protocols to be thrown out the window.

  Threat assessment had been one of my specialties with the zombie virus taking the main priority.

  Zombies had been around since the dawn of time. They had only popped up recently in our history as something to be worried about. When added to modern warfare, they had become a new type of weapon to use as a threat. They were their own nuclear disaster waiting to happen.

  Members of government hadn’t really thought they were a threat, but then they hadn’t toured some
of the facilities that did experiments on these things that used to be human.

  I started to ask questions about possible causes as to how this was spreading across all of the United States so quickly. That was when the looks started and I began to make a plan to help save the world.

  Certain that something was wrong in Washington with our officials, I’d been sent out to coordinate with the main military groups. After being sent into an ambush, I’d managed to make my way to Nashville with a very determined group of Marines.

  Whoever was behind it hadn’t planned on me surviving the zombies or being able to work with the military to begin to clean up. It was why my cover as a white-collar desk jockey had held for so long.

  Most of the stuff I’d been working on for the past twenty years had been in preparation for this situation. I’d always hoped and prayed that it wouldn’t come to this, but I’d made sure that I was ready for when it did.

  ???

  Knoxville

  River

  Things had been going well with the church group and all of the efforts to return things to normal. Maybe that was what caused the problem in my brain, it had been too normal.

  The city had grown dark and without streetlights, it was a new type of peaceful. Here and there a solar light shown in the night, but it helped to give us landmarks to make sure things were going well.

  I’d managed to settle into the area easily and didn’t really feel the urge to go back to the school in Nashville. Cole might have had a little something to do with that in influencing me these days.

  Without any family or ties to that area, I had no need to go back and these people needed help just as much as those did. The main difference was that there wasn't a military presence here.

  Cole was still helping out with his family and the mess that had come about on the other side of the mountain. There were a few groups that tried to treat people as slaves or sell them to others for god knows what kind of things.

  They’d managed to take out a smaller group of men, but that had led to finding another larger group ruling over a town. Cole’s family had taken out the two Pratt brothers and blown up the town.

  What no one had realized then, was that there was another brother and he was bent on revenge for the way his family had been treated. The town had been one of his main supply groups to provide food and other necessities for the larger city of Atlanta.

  He’d somehow known that this shit was going to happen and had contained those who’d been sick. It was now his group or army of ZIT’s that was being maneuvered toward the farmers and Jackson Mountain.

  Pratt seemed to be trying to kill all those in the area and must have had someone on the inside who was feeding him information.

  The only reason that those of us in Knoxville weren’t as concerned, was because we were slightly above the other two groups geographically. Our friends would have to be overrun before they could make an attempt to reach us here in the city.

  I took a deep breath and realized I missed the world as it was before. I’d taken the bustle of people and sounds for granted. Our new normal appeared to be how the world was going to be for the foreseeable future, but we as people and a country had survived before and we would again.

  The radio crackled with the voice of one of the new people we’d found.

  "Checkpoint five reporting in. All quiet here with a few Z’s out and wandering.” Miguel’s voice came through loud and clear.

  I listened to the chatter and watched the darkness for any movement that resembled a ZIT or human. Honestly, I’d rather see a ZIT than a human because then someone was sneaking around trying to do something underhanded.

  We'd managed to clear out several neighborhoods closest to the church. Two areas should have people in them and anywhere else would need to be looked at in the daylight.

  The church had become too full to house all the people since we’d found the Swan group in one of the buildings downtown. The best thing to do had been to move some of the families into the cleared area and set up gates to keep anything from coming back.

  It had worked out beautifully for the children to have space to run and play again while their parents tried to set the world back to rights.

  Having been on my own for so many years, I had no idea how to deal with a family situation or grouping. Time was the key for me to adjust to the expectations from others only this time, they were looking to me and the others as leaders who were going to save them from the ZITs.

  The church leaders had managed to work out a system as we had several hundred people to take care of providing for.

  Cole, Darren, Lee, and I had met with Linc, Jessica, and Trish to swap goods that both groups were going to need. Fresh food in exchange for items that were harder to come by. A few of the more squeamish had volunteered to run a store of sorts to help with the inventory and trading with other groups.

  Twice a week, we'd get a phone call of what the farmers might need and we'd tell them how many eggs, gallons of milk, and veggies to bring to us.

  It was a solution, but wouldn’t last as the group went into winter when the road would be impassible.

  The ZITs had managed to clear out some of the animals and lower the access to fresh meat. Someone had had the forethought to check the packaging plants and kept them on low power so that the freezers still worked.

  No one would starve this year, but trying to replenish the supplies for next winter would become more difficult unless things changed. We were having to spend a lot of man or rather people power trying to clear out sections of the larger city area.

  Having a city of almost two hundred thousand, meant that there could be that many dead we still needed to deal with. Each neighborhood was only a few hundred homes, but even if we continued to clear things every day it was going to take years before they were all incapacitated.

  A sigh escaped my lips as I realized the magnitude of what we were facing. Even in the event, the other two groups were able to keep the large horde away, there were still people out there that wouldn't mind undoing all of our hard work.

  Some just wanted to let others do all the heavy lifting before they tried to reap the benefits.

  I’d dealt with many shady people during my time in foster care before I left to make it on my own. It had honed my skills in discerning when it was bullshit or just stupidity.

  Which is why I perked up as the third lookout checked in.

  "Checkpoint three calling in with no problems to report," Theo assured. "Yep, all clear here.”

  When someone goes out of their way to mention nothing is wrong, it’s a red flag that something is very wrong.

  “Roger that.” I motioned to one of the others from down below to switch out with me so I could go alert Darren and Lee.

  It wasn’t something that I wanted to broadcast over the radio and would need to be checked out without letting Theo know I was on my way. Keeping the lookouts on their toes was the best way to ensure that those who might be willing to harm us or our operation would think twice before doing so.

  "We have a situation that bears looking into," I whispered in Lee's ear as he chatted with some of the people staying at the church.

  He nodded in acknowledgment and I went to find Darren.

  Stacy saw me before he did as they sat cuddled up on one of the church pews.

  Romances had blossomed over the past few months among those who were still living. It was one way for us to prove that we were still alive.

  “Sorry to bother you both, but I have something we need to check out.” Finding minutes alone to be with someone special was hard when you were one of the leaders.

  “That’s par for the course these days.” Stacy’s smile remained in place even though I was taking her guy away from her. “Better safe than sorry these days.”

  A simple shrug was apology enough for something that couldn’t be helped.

  Darren leaned over to place a peck on Stacy’s cheek.

  “I should be back
soon, but in case it takes longer than we plan for, don’t wait up.” He admonished gently.

  He joined me as we made our way out to the vehicles.

  “She’ll want to tell you later, but I can’t not say anything because it’s such a new exciting idea.” Darren rubbed a hand over his face disbelief shadowing his features.

  “Pregnant huh?”

  “What? I didn’t even say anything yet.”

  “It’s not unexpected though. I mean you guys are still in the honeymoon stage and it’s not like condoms have just been handed out on street corners these days.” I grinned slapping him on the back, “Congrats.”

  “Congrats on what?” Lee questioned only hearing the last part of our conversation.

  I shrugged. It wasn’t my news to tell.

  “Well, Stacy just informed me that we’re expecting.” His face turned a little green as if the news was settling in, “What the hell were we thinking?”

  “You were thinking about each other and putting the future off for another day.” Lee’s grin didn’t hold much sympathy.

  “So says the man leading a church. Nice way of telling me not to think with my lower head, dude.”

  “Um, so I hate to bring you back to the present, but I think we have trouble out at lookout #3. Theo was trying too hard to convince me that nothing was going on over there.” I got in and started the engine.

  No other explanation was needed as they go into the truck.

  About four blocks from the lookout, I turned the lights down to keep from alerting Theo to our presence.

  “There on the right.” Lee motioned toward one of the larger chain stores that had been cleared of ZIT’s, a moving truck was backed up and a few people were hurrying to fill it.

  “Ugh! This is the part I hate about being one of the ones in charge.” I huffed as I pulled up quietly to the curb.

  We each checked our weapons and headed out to stop these people from taking stuff. The crazy thing was that we’d have helped them load it and get the supplies they needed without them having to steal it.