and try to ambush you.'
'Aw, concerned about me are you? Don't worry they are still too far away.'
'It is not concern. I think I need you.'
Jake smiled wryly, 'The Goddamned story of my life. Everyone needs me, no one cares about me.' Turning to get back into the car he called out, 'Dora, if it's a boy, 'Jake' is a good, strong name don't you agree?'
Becka turned to give Dora an appraising look, to which the other woman nodded slightly, 'I should have known.'
Dora shrugged, 'I won't make that mistake Jake. You never name your kids after living people you know, it messes things up for everyone.'
'Sweetheart I've been dead for three months. Dora, Steve, take care of yourselves, I'll be seeing you.' Jake started the car, then backed around and turned it back the way they had come, Becka followed slowly on her motorcycle. Dora watched until the smoke from the burning town closed over them.
Epilogue
Eighteen months later.
Dora sat at a heavy wooden desk, looking at a small laptop computer, she was different from the woman who had escaped from Kansas in the early days of the zombie war, there was a fresh scar which started under her chin and ran up the side of her face, under the new patch over her eye and up and over her forehead. The office she was in screamed Spartan efficiency, there were few papers on her desk and one wall was lined with weapons; a heavy rifle, three different shotguns, a hefty metal crowbar and several knives were hung there. More space was available for other weapons on the wall and outlines indicated where a couple of handguns belonged when she was not carrying them. One photo sat on her desk, facing her, it was of a toddler, he was wearing a purple one piece jumper and looked to be a little less than a year old.
Willy Jacob Sturges was doing well, despite infrequent visits from his mother. Dora had foisted her son out to Mary and Alex to take care of, when Peter was around he doted on the boy too. This Willy's eyes were neither hers nor Roger's, instead they were a pale blue color that Dora most often associated with the sky or shallow Caribbean ocean waters. Willy was super human fast too, far faster than any kids should be, it was an effect of her carrying him to term; some of her powers had passed on to her child. Giving birth to him had been difficult for Dora, there were doctors, including Mary, who were studying his development closely. Willy's birth had been a harrowing experience that both the mother and son had almost not survived. The problem was Dora healed faster than normal, her body sought to mend any damage it had been dealt and treated the natural damage of child birth as a hurt to be healed immediately. In the end a team of surgeons had performed an incredibly messy and fast Cesarean section to remove the little devil before both of them died. The pregnancy was not something Dora thought she would ever do again, although she was still theoretically capable of having another child.
As for Dora she had found a job that fit her well. The Iowan's were not yet stable; they were at war and had been every single day since Z-day. The government in charge had been gathering people like Dora, those who shown any enhancement from killing so many zombies, into a special task force. Dora, of course, had risen to the head of the new agency. She was perhaps not the most enhanced of all those under her, but she could get people to do what she, and the government, needed done. In particular, Dora was tasked with training the candidates to find and neutralize any super zombies that threatened the nation, which still called itself the United States of America. Flipping through the latest pair of recruits Dora sighed, it was the middle of May and she had not been outside much to enjoy the warm weather. The two recruits looked like they barely qualified for her lowest rung of training, these days she had to take what she could and their records seemed to indicate they could at least use their heads and think on their feet when they had to. She closed down the files and pressed an intercom button, saying 'Paige?'
'Yes Dora?' came the immediate response.
'I am taking the afternoon off, set these latest two to begin training Monday, okay?'
'Good, give me five minutes and I'll come with you.'
'Why, Paige I haven't had that good of an offer for two years now!' but Dora's voice lacked the enthusiasm it once had for such a double entendre.
'Ha-ha, you are so not funny anymore, what happened to your humor?'
'I grew up. Anyway have them here at seven on Monday morning, with enough stuff for a 'Tier One' course, okay?'
'Only minimal training? I thought they looked like they had potential for better…' said Paige. The agency had three tiers of training, simply known as tiers one, two and three. Ninety percent of all augmented humans fit inside of 'tier one', 'tier two' took ninety percent of what was left, leaving only one person in a hundred as a tier three.
'Lord, I need a break and you are an optimist. Fine if you think they are so good, we will run them through a tier two training, but you're my helper.' Dora made it her personal responsibility to test anyone not lumped into tier one, which was very possibly the reason so many people were put into that first group.
'Like you're doing me a favor or something.' Paige handled training for all the tier ones. 'Look, I didn't say they were good enough for higher training, just that they had potential. I think they do. One is a cop, a detective, and what is another week of training? You need to recover from our last job anyway. Another week of kicking around here before we go out again will do us both good.'
Dora thought about it a moment, another week to let her injuries heal would be a good idea, 'Alright, you have convinced me. I'm too tired for this shit anymore. You got five minutes to make the calls then we are going out. Maybe I will get laid.'
'You need to. I hear there is an Army unit in town on rotation, we can hit the bars and see what we come up with.'
Dora sighed heavily, 'I don't want this to turn into a working night out.' The army units were where she and others in her department did most of their recruiting; they constantly scanned the units for those who might join them as special agents.
'Okay no working, just cruising. I'll be your wing woman.'
'It's a date. Four minutes.'
Dora powered down her computer and hoped the new trainees, Kaylee and Brian, were worth the extra training that she and Paige would be putting them through. They had better be, because their files stated that they been involved in that dust up down in Des Moines a few weeks ago and there were rumors that Jake had been involved. Dora felt a strong need to investigate anything involving Jake, but whether her sense of obligation was from hatred or friendship, she just wasn't sure.
— end~
