Killer Z
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by Miller, Greg L.
“Where are we?” Brandon asks with an eastern accent.
“Bladensburg, Maryland,” the pilot says.
They fly over destroyed bridges and a hill. Rows upon rows of empty tanks and jeeps face southeast. Dead soldiers lie in between the vehicles.
“I made my decision Fred,” Mark says.
“What’s that?”
“I want to help you find your grandson.”
“I could use the help,” Fred replies with a tired smile.
“Where’s your final destination?” Brandon asks.
“Twin Cities, Minnesota,” Fred answers.
“Need a soldier? My base is in Wisconsin. I’m heading your way.”
“We could use your help. Thanks,” Fred stutters.
The helicopter dips northwest.
The End