of a soaring infant mortality rate.
Yet overall, he witnessed a functioning town with order and purpose for each citizen, making it the first time outside of Trevor Stone’s estate that Jerry Shepherd saw survivors thriving.
He could not help but smile to himself and think well done.
The two men arrived outside the council chambers, a brick and stone building with a wooden roof. No doubt, many skilled masons lived in the town.
As a boy pulling a cart filled with seeds and flowers walked by, Chief Parsons finished a thought: “Our food mainly comes from agriculture, hunting, and fishing.”
“Fishing, eh? Nothing like drowning a few worms to pass a day.”
“If you like to fish, General, I recommend Town Creek just north of here. You’ll find a nice stock of herring and catfish. That would make for a good dinner, I’d say.”
“I reckon it would.”
“I hope you’ve enjoyed your tour of New Winnabow, General.”
“You seem to have done a fair sight well for yourself, Mr. Parsons,” Shepherd conceded as he admired the peaceful but busy surroundings.
“We have done so, General, by rejecting everything you stand for. As that is the case, I must ask you and your men to turn around and never come back.”
“I don’t understand. We mean you no harm. In fact, I think you’d like being-”
“A part of The Empire?” Parsons tried to be as nice as he could when he said it, but his distaste for those words carried on his tongue.
“Well, yes,” Shepherd wondered yet again why Trevor chose that name. “Like I said, seems to me you’ve done well for yourself. But most people haven’t in these hard times. That’s what The Empire is about. Rebuilding our society and kicking the aliens off the planet. So far, we’re doing a pretty fine job of it.”
Parsons shook his head in either pity or disappointment.
“Man never learns, does he?”
“I don’t rightly follow you.”
“General, I am sure you are an honorable man. Nonetheless, we are not in need of liberation. We are armed- not as well as you, no doubt — but armed enough to protect ourselves from the creatures in the swamp. We are not in need of protection.”
Shep scratched the back of his neck absently and told Parsons, “That may be so, but a few dozen miles away there’s a whole army of smart lizards that enslave people like you and me. If we don’t kick them out of the Carolinas, I reckon some day they’re going take an interest in your little community.”
“The Hivvans-that’s what you called them, right? — they have never bothered us. And I know why.”
“Why is that, Mr. Parsons?”
“What happened to mankind was brought upon us by our violence and taste for war. We have rejected all of that here. We do not fight among ourselves and we do not go searching out aliens to kill. We only kill to hunt and to defend our town, not to conquer or seek retribution against the invaders.”
“That’s mighty noble-sounding, Chief,” Shepherd said with just a hint of acid.
Parsons narrowed his eyes. “Do you know what happened to the original Winnabow, North Carolina?”
“Near as I can tell, something burned the place to the ground. Smashed over the walls. What was it? I’ve seen a thousand cities like it and I know a thousand critters that could do it to Winnabow.”
Parsons raised his finger.
“Ah, but there in lay the answer, General. Winnabow was not burned to the ground by a monster of this new order. No, the people of Winnabow did it to themselves. They did it in fear. In anger. For greed or just for the sake of violence. When the fires of Armageddon touched our planet, the people of Winnabow decided to throw kindling on the blaze. Riots, fights. The town died of its own hand. Of its own human failings.”
“I see,” Shep could think of nothing else to say, but it was not the first time he heard of riots and looting even as aliens captured and exterminated.
“The survivors of that community and others from all around this area came together in fellowship and built a town not only from brick and wood, but from a commitment to change our ways.”
Shepherd sighed and scratched at his ear as he considered his mission and the bigger picture. Truth was, whether or not New Winnabow remained independent from The Empire was not his concern. He did have a concern, however, about moving on to Conway and closing his trap on the Hivvans in the pocket. Trevor and the others on the governing council could decide how best to handle New Winnabow.
“Well, Chief Parsons, I see your point. I don’t agree with it, but I see it.”
Parsons responded in a soothing voice, “I hope someday you do agree. If you do, come back here to stay with us. Lots of good fishing on Town Creek.”
Shepherd smiled. “Thank you. I’m afraid that in the meantime, I have a job to do. I must get moving. I’m on a time frame. We’ll get through as quickly as we can. I don’t want to disturb your people any more than necessary. The main body will probably get here around-”
“No.”
“Huh? What say you?”
Parsons tried to smile to soften the blow, but he could only soften it so much.
“We will not grant your army permission to pass through our town. These are our lands. We would be facilitating the violence we so vehemently oppose. I assure you, should the Hivvans come in the other direction we would not grant them passage, either.”
“Hmm, well we have ourselves a problem,” Shepherd said. “You see, Chief Parsons, Seventeen is the only direct way to get around the Green Swamp down here. There is a reason we came this way. I really don’t have any choice.”
“General you do, in fact, have a choice. A choice between violence and peace. A choice you and your Emperor will have to make. It may be that the fate of humanity itself will hang in your decision. I hope you choose wisely.”
11. Hostage Situation
Airlie Gardens covered more than 77 acres east of downtown Wilmington and west of Wrightsville Beach, providing an oasis of nature in the midst of the city.
Old world visitors enjoyed vast gardens of azaleas and camellias as well as pleasant strolls along the forested grounds while swans and other aquatic fowl made homes on ten acres of freshwater lakes.
Alas, five years without upkeep took its toll on Airlie Gardens. Weeds and unwelcome species of wildflowers mustered in the shadows of the exquisite gardens, tainting the beauty with a wild look.
A band of Mutants moved in to Airlie Gardens after the world came to an end. All that natural beauty provided cover and the central location made it an ideal area for staging raids on the city’s dwindling population and then, later, against camps of survivors.
Around the same time that Cassy Simms made first contact with the people of New Winnabow, Nina Forest and the Dark Wolves waded across Bradley Creek on the southern side of Airlie Gardens.
Dressed in slick black wetsuits, the team swam a considerable distance until the water grew shallow enough to walk to the western bank. They stayed low, allowing only their heads, shoulders, and plastic-covered weapons to poke above the boggy surface of the water.
Two black and gray Norwegian Elkhounds came with the team, Odin and Phobos.
Not a breed known for their swimming acumen, the Elkhounds learned through training and experience to cross short stretches of water.
Nina led the group of four commandos and two dogs through the tidal creek until they arrived at the riparian buffer lining the bank. The trees and thick growth afforded the Wolves cover as they slipped off their wet suits to reveal green camouflage underneath.
They believed the aliens held the hostages at the Mt. Lebanon Chapel, a historic old house of worship in a clearing not far from the banks of the creek.
