Rapidly stories of similar events started to dot the country, hospitals, funeral homes, even prisons, all began to tell terrifying reports of the dead... in their buildings coming back and attacking the nearest living person with no other goal other than to feed on their bodies. Even more worrying, only hours later did more news come that those bitten or also killed by these dead returned to the land of the living as well, ready to join on this conquest for flesh. Needless to say, the country. That is not the way the founding fathers envisioned government should run. I really missed my wife, and I vowed that I would get her back “come hell or high water.”Thursday morning, I was up by six. A quick shower and a breakfast of scrambled eggs and toast, and I was ready to get to work on my plan. I called the precinct and asked for Detective Doug Rawlins. He was busy but promised to call back. While waiting for Doug to call back, I started on the door removal project. I knew Doug would do. Instead of speaking we sat for a few minutes, still holding hands, watching the water tumble below us. I was all too aware of my sister’s scantily clad body sitting in close proximity. I knew I could never again think of her as just my sister. She would forever be the first girl I was really sexual with, even if we didn’t have sex.“I think we should have sex.”“What?!” I almost fell off the rock and tumbled down the hill. “Here?”“No, you idiot.” She said, and for a second she was my big sister. Kim swallows and moans as nearly eighteen needles have been inserted into her rock hard firm boobs but the box is not even close to empty, I look in her eyes and tell her This is for All the Patients you have Poked but your sarcasm to me is later. I watch her swallow but then blink apparently not worried as I continue with the fortieth needle, the saline has created a puffiness around her nipple but also holds it tall and firm waiting for its unknown fate in the near future. Brushing her.