Z14 (Zombie Rules) (56 page)

             
“Mac,” I said. “First thing tomorrow, let’s get some bulldozers down here along with that tanker full of old gas. We’ll stack ‘em and have some zombie bonfires. We also want to gather up all of our brass before everyone runs over it.”

             
“Tomorrow is Christmas.” Julie said with a smile. “I might have a present or two for you.” I looked at everyone and shrugged.

             
“Maybe we can wait a day.” I said, and grinned. “I hope y’all plan on meeting at the house. The Wanda and Rhonda duo have a big Christmas Eve dinner waiting on us.”

             
I let Julie drive, I needed to unwind and think. As we turned south on Nolensville Pike, I looked over at a billboard near the intersection. A few days ago, I had spent a couple of hours stripping away the advertising for a new generation of mobile phone and painted my last, and possibly the most ominous rule, in bold, three-foot block letters -

Z14: THEY’RE EVOLVING.