"Don't shoot," the Commander

  of Commanders ordered.  There were two of the same famous people in front of what people were calling "zombies".  

  The wire sparked to life, Hold fire.

  "Why is their a cow in the kitchen?" 

  "Oh you know how sons are.

  "Bringing home the beef

  "Please Emma.  Mother can't handle these kinds öf discussions." 

  "Speak for yourself boy." 

  "Why are all those people outside in this temperature?" 

  "Is she gonna take her face off or anything?" 

  People took the cups of tea. 

  Find out who each and everyone is first to "Shall I send them away?" 

     "They weren't zombies," we were able to tell many years later when the State-to-State roads were shut down for a little time.  "Who were they?" A tired-eye kid looking for a parent asked. 

     "Well, mostly people who couldn't get to a County with a warming center.  See, had it been summer, nobody woulda noticed bunch of people who lost body parts in the Services and working for Private and, and 

     "FARMING, SOWSI GOT DEEF TOO." A skinny man in working pants took off a boot and showed no toes.  Whoa, the kid said to another kid.  "We gotta use this money to go to the thrift shop." 

     "Is that your mama Sweetie?" 

     I couldn't breathe in or out.  I opened my Go Pro eye and looked at feet, behind chainlink fence and barbed wire in "X"s to reinforce "the prisoners" from escaping.  I looked up into my mother's face.  She mouthed, I'm alright.  I choked on whatever all sicknesses I'd acquired searching for her.