Tad Spector Novella

Three hundred and sixteen people are shot or killed every day in the United States. At five humans attacked per day per zombie, it would take 24 days for 316 zombies to overtake a population of 7.9 billion. “Tad Spector at your service!” “Look Tad, I heard you were the best," said the president. "I need you on my team, on my side. You hear me. I need a guy that’s not a part of the system.” Seemed a bit paranoid at the time. But now he seemed even more suspicious. “They are after me, Tad. You can keep a secret, right? I mean, that's your job.”

Tad thought things were done. Hearing her clinking around some more in the kitchen, Tad realized he should have been up and helped her with whatever she was working on. But, as he was thinking that she was back in the bedroom again with a plate of food, bacon, and eggs. And, as she handed it to him, the lights flicker for a second. Over and finished.

The fire truck was taking longer to fill up than any of them hoped. Randall, Jim, and Mr. So were on the top of the fire truck with their squirt guns as people slowly approached them. They were obviously not zombies by the way they walked.