"It's true. General Parker is dead, killed by deadfucks down in the hospital." Jenkins answered.

"Who is in command now?" The driver sounded worried. He was a young Hispanic kid barely out of high school, with a thin mustache and close cropped head. Cocky and headstrong, he was breaking protocol and he knew it, but Jenkins let it slide.

"I am." That seemed to satisfy the kid because he asked no more questions and focused on driving.

"What's your name Private?" Jenkins asked the driver.

"Jimenez sir. Private Patrick Jimenez."

"The word is out to all units. Park City is yours Colonel." Sgt. Farrell said flatly.

"Just what I always wanted." Jenkins muttered sourly. Matt was going to be ecstatic when he radioed home with the good news. "How long have you been in the service...Major?"

"Sir?" The Sgt. Looked at him, unsure of how to respond.

"Consider yourself promoted Major. Now answer my question."

"Ten years last march sir."

"Any family here in the city with you?"

"No sir. I never married. My folks are down in Texas."

"Were you assigned here before the outbreak?"

"No sir. Based out of Bragg."

"Third Special Forces Group?" Jenkins asked. Green Berets.

"Yes Sir. We were on a training mission at Camp Williams when the shit hit the fan." Camp Williams was a small Army base twenty miles south of Salt Lake City. "When everything went to hell our Colonel commandeered a transport and we cut through Provo City and onto highway forty and came here."

"Where is the rest of your unit?"

"Colonel McNamara took most of the men and headed to Evanston on a raid and ordered the rest of us to help defend the city. They never returned. I joined the Park City militia and because of my experience in the 3'rd SFG, Dr. Cooper hand picked me for the extermination team."

Jenkins had to hold back a smirk. General Parker had assigned this Green Beret to Dr. Cooper to act as mop-up man while putting Captain Sheen in command of the militia.

Priceless.

"What's your loyalty Captain Sheen?"

"Sir?" Sgt. Farrell didn't understand.

"I need a right hand man, Major. I don't trust that son of a bitch Sheen and Dr. Cooper is crazy. That leaves you as the only other one I know. What do you say, Major? Can I trust you to watch my back while I try to run this fucking monkey farm?"

"Of course you can sir." Major Farrell said with a smile. "General Parker is dead and I have no loyalty to Sheen. As for that butcher Cooper..." Farrell's words faded with his smile.

"Good, then it's settled. Major Farrell, you are now second in command of Park City." Farrell just nodded in appreciation.

When they reached HQ the two guards out front snapped to attention and gave him a sharp, crisp salute. Jenkins muttered under his breath but returned the salute. "As you were." He and the major walked past them into the lobby.

Standing there in the lobby was Captain Sheen, surrounded by half a dozen other soldiers that Jenkins recognized as War Room support personnel. Their faces hardened when they spotted Jenkins. But Capt. Sheen only smiled. The rest of the lobby was empty, even the front desk clerk was gone from his station. Jenkins didn't like the feel of this one, but thought he could bluff his way through.

"Look Sheen I don't have time for your bullshit right no-" Sheen caught him with a surprise punch to the jaw. Jenkins staggered back and fell to the floor.

"You just struck a superior officer!" Farrell said, stepping forward to intercede, but Sheen only smiled at him.

"Out of the way nigger! The Colonel and I have some personal business to settle." Sheen spoke through clenched teeth, his wired jaw swollen and bruised. "Seize this son of a bitch." Three of Sheens cronies jumped forward and grabbed Farrell from behind. He began to struggle but one of them, a tall, rabbit faced redneck, put the barrel of an automatic pistol to the back of his head.

"Give me a reason nigger."

Farrell bit back his anger and relaxed. His side arm was confiscated and he was handcuffed.

"Leave him out of this Sheen. It's me you want." Jenkins had climbed back to his feet, spitting blood and a tooth.

"I'm so glad you got back up cocksucker." Sheen laughed through his clenched teeth then winced at the pain it caused.

"This is mutiny!" Farrell blurted.

"Shut the fuck up, nigger!" The redneck smashed the butt of his pistol across the back of Sgt. Farrell's head, just behind the ear. He dropped to his knees with a grunt of pain. One of the other soldiers kicked him in the stomach. He fell to the ground, gasping for breath.

"What the fuck is this Sheen? Mutiny is a hanging offense." Jenkins advanced, his arms raised like a boxer.

"There's no mutiny here cocksucker, only taking out the trash. General Parker was your only friend. He promoted you to Colonel and made you his advisor. As far as we're concerned, you died with him." There was pure hatred in Sheen's eyes. Despite his broken chin, he raised his arms and met Jenkins challenge.

"Looking for second's of what I gave you this morning?" Jenkins asked.

"You got lucky earlier today, I'll give you that...but now your ass is mine." Sheen stalked across the room toward Jenkins. Jenkins stepped in for a right cross but Sheen blocked it with his left arm and fired two quick right hooks into Jenkins solar plexus. Jenkins hunched with pain and Sheen grabbed him by the back of the shirt, spun him around and threw him across the room where he crashed over the reception desk.

Jenkins rolled painfully from behind the desk, doing his best to conceal the two 9mm automatic he had drawn. He came to a stop on his back and brought both pistols up, aiming straight at Capt. Sheen. Sheens eyes went wide and his face contorted in surprise as he tried to recoil away... Jenkins fired both automatics simultaneously, one bullet hitting Sheen in the stomach and the other high in the chest, near the shoulder. Sheen spun backward, clutching at his wounds, but Jenkins was already tracking on the rabbit faced redneck that held a 9mm of his own. The gunplay had taken Sheens henchmen by surprise and Jenkins could see the resignation in the rednecks eyes as he drilled a single 9mm slug through the bastard's brain. The other two that had seized Farrell scrabbled for their side arms. Jenkins fired both 9mm's into the one on the right, catching him square in the chest with both rounds. He stumbled back but didn't fall so Jenkins put another double-punch into his stomach. By now the second guard had pulled his 9mm free of his holster while the remaining three had fled for cover or the exit.

Major Farrell rolled onto his back and saw the second guard raising his automatic to fire at Jenkins. But Farrell was quicker, rolling to his side and lashing out with his foot, planting the point of his steel toed combat boot into the guard's testicles. The bastard doubled in pain and Farrell pulled his leg back and threw a strong kick to the man's face, which caved around the steel toe with a resounding thud-crunch! The man flopped onto his back, trying unsuccessfully to breath through his ruined face.

Jenkins rolled to his feet with a spring and hurried to Capt. Sheen. He was still alive, the front of his shirt wet with flowing blood, his breathing coming in deep, painful gasps but his eyes were as full of hate as ever. But looking down at him, Jenkins realized that he actually pitied the son of a bitch.

"It didn't have to come to this Sheen. You brought this upon yourself."

"FUCK YOU cocksucker!" Sheen barked, bloody spittle flying between his lips. "What the hell are you waiting for? Kill me you fuck!"

Well, ok, he didn't pity him that much.

"Maybe I should let you come back as a zombie and give you to the Mad Doctor to cut up and play with like my friend Ron?"

He saw the anger melt from Sheens eyes at once, replaced by fear. "You wouldn't?" Sheen sounded desperate, as if he were trying to convince himself.

"Wouldn't I? You mean nothing to me Sheen. You are a piece of dog shit on my boot heel that I'm about to scrape off. What do I care what happens to you once you're dead?"

The fear in Sheens eyes turned to dread and his lips began to tremble as his life continued to slip away. "Please...God...No..." He gurgled on a mouthful of blood.

"Don't worry though, even a piece of dog shit like you doesn't deserve that fate." Jenkins aimed the pistol at Sheens forehead.

"Thank you." Sheen gurgled softly and closed his eyes. He mumbled a quick prayer, made the sign of the cross and relaxed, accepting his fate.

Jenkins put two bullets into his forehead just to be sure.

He checked the fallen guards. The one he had plugged four times in the body was dead, but Jenkins put two bullets through the corpses head to prevent reanimation. The one with the smashed face was still alive, barely able to breath and his fluids rapidly draining from his broken face. Jenkins put two rounds into his skull as well.

He then set about un-cuffing Farrell.

"It looks like I really can trust you." Jenkins told Farrell as the cuffs came off. Jenkins looked about at the corpses and shook his head. All of these men had worked in the War Room, relaying commands to the field and updating intelligence reports for Command, and they had turned against him before he even assumed command. Even the front desk personnel had left their posts, knowing full well that Sheen planned to assume command.

The two front guards came bursting in through the main entrance, M-16's in hand. They actually looked surprised to see Jenkins and Farrell standing there unharmed.

"Expecting someone else?" Jenkins asked with a wry laugh. He knew they were Sheens men and for a moment he thought they might open up with their rifles but they only surveyed the dead bodies with shocked looks on their faces.

"What happened?" one of them finally mustered the nerve to ask.

"Captain Sheen tried to kill me and take command for himself, but I spoiled his plans. What the hell took you two so long getting in here? Don't tell me you couldn't hear the gunfire!"

"We-I-We-" One of them began to stutter.

"YOU KNEW FULL WELL I WAS WALKING INTO AN AMBUSH!" Jenkins screamed at the top of his lungs. "That is aiding and abetting in a mutiny. Do you have any idea what kind of penalty mutiny carries?" The two guards could only peer meekly at the corpses of Capt. Sheen and his co-conspirators in response. "Exactly!"

"He told us you killed General Parker!" one of them pleaded with cowardly gusto.

"He did!" The other one backed his play. "He said you killed General Parker because the General didn't send reinforcements down to Douglas a few days ago and it fell."

"Everybody in the War Room heard you scream at the General and call him incompetent and saw you beat the shit out of Captain Sheen. The Captain said you were crazy with hate for the deadfucks because they had slaughtered your whole platoon and you blamed it on the General for not sending help."

Jenkins could tell by the fearful sincerity in their eyes they were telling the truth and shook his head in disgust. He had blamed the General for the fall of Fort Douglas, insulting the General and assaulted his second in command in front of all of the War Room command personnel.

"He was right about everything except for me killing the General. It was Parkers own incompetence that got him killed. He should have just burned that damn thing when I told him to instead of insisting on an autopsy, he would still be alive... All of these men would still be alive."

If...

Would have...

Should have...

None of them could undo what had been done. Nor would his explanation garner him respect in the eyes of the Park City militia. No matter what he said there would always be those who believed that he killed the General and there would be coup after coup until he was dead.

"So what are you going to do now?" Farrell asked him.

"I'm going to go upstairs to my office, grab my things, go to the heliport and fly home. And if anybody tries to stop me I'm going to kill them." The two guards looked away like whipped dogs.

Farrell eyed him grudgingly. "So where's home?"

A smile spread across Jenkins face. "A little cabin on a lake back in the hills. Why? Are you interested in tagging along?"

When they entered the War Room, only half the usual staff was on duty, and everybody there made it a point to be busy doing something that would require them to avoid Jenkins eyes. They had all known about Sheen's coup attempt.

"Listen up people!" Jenkins said loudly, but everybody kept about the business as if he hadn't been heard. He gave Farrell a 'why me?' look, un-holstered one of his pistols and fired two shots into the ceiling.

That got everyone's attention.

"Can everybody hear me now?" He looked at the faces in the room, contempt and disrespect was all he could see staring back at him. "Captain Sheen is dead." That registered as a surprise on their faces. "I killed that piece of shit myself. However, I DID NOT kill General Parker. That was a lie spread by Sheen to turn you all against me, and I can see it worked. I don't know whom the next in command after Sheen was, and frankly I don't give a shit. I am getting my things and I am leaving. If any of you bastards try to stop me, I'll kill you." He glared around the room to see if there were any Rambo's...there was not.

"Watch my back. I'll be right back." Farrell nodded and Jenkins walked across the War Room to his office. Farrell turned toward the occupants of the room and kept the barrel of the rifle aimed in their general direction.

Jenkins returned a minute later with his M-16, jacket, radio and small duffle bag of personal gear. Farrell was standing right where he had left him.

"HOLY SHIT!" One of the security operators nearly jumped out of his seat at what he saw on his monitors. "There are deadfucks in the morgue!" The Duty officer hurried over to the security console, several aides right behind him.

"Those are Alphas!" exclaimed the officer. With a furrowed brow Jenkins rushed to the console and saw for himself. The technician was right. There were three Alphas; two members of the extermination team and another suited in surgical blues, formerly a doctor by all appearances.

The technician tapped his keyboard and another security monitor switched to the hallway camera where Dr. Cooper could be seen running for the elevator, his face cringing with panic. Behind him, near the morgue entrance stood a confused guard, his M-16 held low. The guard turned and looked back into the morgue then suddenly began hopping around on one foot, swatting at his legs then his crotch. He fell to the floor, writhing in apparent pain just as Dr. Cooper reached the elevator.

"What the hell is he doing in the morgue? I ordered him to the incinerator to burn those bodies!" Jenkins didn't like the cold, sinking feeling that suddenly crept into his gut.

"Dr. Cooper ordered an emergency autopsy on three of the burned bodies from down stairs. Captain Sheen approved it." The Duty Officer said. "He called for Dr. Vasquez to assist him."

"That stupid, crazy bastard." Jenkins muttered.

"SIR!" one of the communication techs called from down the line.

"What is it?" the duty officer called, never taking his eyes off the security monitors.

"Kimball Junction is under attack sir!"

"WHAT?" Jenkins and the duty officer blurted simultaneously.

"Kimball Junction is under attack! They report a huge number of zombies pouring out of Parleys Canyon, with a couple of Abrams tanks leading the way."

The duty officer looked to Jenkins, his face pale with fright, his eyes clouded with confusion, his Adams apple bobbing like a cork...but beyond that a desperate, frantic plea for help. He was way out of his league and he knew it. Captain Sheen was dead, and with him went his version of the truth. This was the here and now, and it was Colonel Jenkins standing before him. If Jenkins didn't make his move soon this young Lieutenant...Gates his nametag read, would most likely fall to his knees and beg him to resume command.

"Get men down to the morgue to deal with those Alphas." Jenkins growled at the duty officer. He glanced at his watch, surprised that it was barely 18:00 hours. It had only been two hours since the ill-fated autopsy. So much had happened in that time that it seemed several hours ago. Knowing any plans he'd had for a helicopter ride back to the lake had just put on indefinite hold, he felt now was as good a time as any to call home and spread the good news. Besides, it was way past time for him to check in. He wouldn't be surprised if they had been trying to reach him for a while now, unable to since he had left his radio in his office when he went to the autopsy.

He pulled his radio from his belt and went to call home when he noticed the power was off. That wrinkled his head in confusion. He had left it on when leaving it behind, of that he was certain.

"Captain Sheen had me go into your office and turn it off while you away with the General." Lt. Gates said.

"And you are just now telling me?" Jenkins gave him a hard stare and Gates cringed like the craven he was.

"In all the confusion it slipped my mind sir." He could see Gates was expecting to be shot any moment. But Jenkins only shook his head in disgust turning away from the pathetic excuse of an officer and powering on his radio.

"Matt, do you have a copy?" a few seconds later, "Matt this is Jenkins do you copy?"

"JENKINS?" It was Susan who replied, screaming into her receiver. "JENKINS IS THAT YOU?"