Death Has Fallen: Freedom Rock Chronicles: Book 1 by Kris Beus Page B

calmly asked, “Any more attacks today since this morning?”
                  The man shook his head no then replied, “No attacks, but our scouts have seen more dead walking south from Denver.”
                  “We will need to have a meeting discussing how to improve our defenses and minimize casualties.”
                  After speaking the guard turned around yelling into the wall, “All clear open up.”
                  The chain link fence rose straight in the air sticking up above the wall allowing enough room for the trucks to get by.  The road in stopped shortly after the gate forcing us to get out and walk through our new home.  Seeing the makeshift town the girls and I were blown away.  There were people all over doing an array of normal everyday tasks.  Both women and men were pounding on houses, cleaning their laundry, cooking food, working on the city walls, and doing other tasks you would see in a town two hundred years earlier.  Again I was surprised at how outnumbered the men were.  When the towns people saw us pull up they looked pleased.  The quarry was at least a half mile by half mile dug out a bit more for the town.  The wall in the front was a bit deceiving since a lot of the wall only stood seven or eight feet high allowing dead to possibly jump over depending on their size and strength.
                  As we walked through the middle of town Ted pulled us aside into the largest building they had put together.  He told us this was a town hall of sorts and where all the important decisions were made by the community leaders.  The building was the only one which was mostly made from lumber.  The other buildings were built from a mix of scrap plywood and metal.  We stepped through the main doorway leading to an open room.  Two men each carrying pistols on their belt stood in the middle of the room arguing.  The man on the left stood a bit taller than the man on the right.  He also held himself in a more authoritative fashion.  He like the men who picked us up wore a large cowboy hat and boots.  The man on the right who was arguing with him was quite a bit shorter and larger around the midsection.  He wore a button down white shirt and slacks.  Even though his clothes had been stained and ripped he still seemed to be a person of higher learning.
                  The two men became quiet as Ted walked towards them.  They also seemed interested in us looking past Ted and paying special attention to me. It seemed to me they were evaluating whether I was a fighter or worker.  As Ted approached the two he asked, “What’s going on?”
                  Both men began speaking at the same time, each believing his views should be told first.  Ted held his hand up signaling the Duo to quit talking. Ted then began speaking, “Earl, you first.”
     
                  Earl looked at the smart man smiling at the victory and said, “We need more resources for the wall.  Three of those things made it over the lower section of the wall.  They were shot as they came over, but all it takes is for one to slip past a patrol and they will be in the middle of our city eating us like a buffet.”
                  Ted shook his head in agreement with Earl’s statement then looked at the nerdy gentleman and said, “Timothy?”
                  At the mention of his name the man looked at Ted’s face.  “We need to develop a renewable power source, food source, and figure out a way to create a water treatment plant.”
                  After he finished the statement Earl began arguing as they had before we walked in, “How will any of that help us if the monsters jump over the wall.”
                  Timothy retaliated, “The wall will do nothing if we sit in her dying from starvation and thirst.”
                  “Guys, Guys, quit with the