There was no battle, no fighting on his part, but this was in no way a matter of cowardice. Rather, the circumstances simply did not allow for it. More importantly, Harlan saw their shadowy prophet, albeit from a distance, the only eyewitness I’d spoken with at the time this tale was related. Harlan Jones was residing in southern Idaho, outside the town of Pocatello, when the change occurred. His home was in the country, and he lived alone, that greatest of blessings. Waking like so many others to find the world had fallen apart, he quickly made contact with some neighbors, an arduous process since telephone service vanished almost immediately and the nearest was three miles away. Still, he managed to gather a small band by the end of the first day. The next few weeks passed quickly and quietly. They were hidden in the backcountry, and only a scattering of zombies had been seen, usually from a safe distance. Thinking it might not be as bad as the initial news reports indicated, they cautiously drove toward town.
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