The Ebola Wall by Joe Nobody, E. T. Ivester, D. Allen Page B

absolutely cognizant of the ramifications, comfortable with the weapons of mass destruction he’d unleashed on his foe.
    Turning to the northeast, he faced Washington while a vision of the Pentagon filled his mind. “I just dropped the hammer on your sorry asses, and you don’t even know it yet. You will, you traitorous bastards… you’ll soon figure it out. And when you’re knee deep in bodies, when you’re watching your loved ones bleed through their eyes, I’m going to make sure nothing like this ever happens again.”

Chapter 3
     
    Anna and Paige McMillian had never been so happy. Riding north toward Dallas, the two sisters couldn’t seem to stop smiling. Their father shared in the joy, his beaming grin and light-hearted banter adding to the festive atmosphere.
    The two girls had spent most of the night hiding from the army, utilizing the tips and tricks taught to all of the escapees by the colonel’s men. “Stay in the tree lines. Don’t cross open fields. Keep your blankets and wool mats away from your body so they can’t see you on infrared. Move slowly. Be quiet,” the instructors had preached over and over again.
    Their father had been waiting right where the HAM radio operators had said he would be. Despite being muddy, wet, tired and hungry, the trio had enjoyed a reunion unlike anything the family had ever experienced. Now they were going home.
    “Sorry this is taking so long, kiddos, but I want to take the back roads just in case the authorities are looking for you guys. I’ll have you home and safe soon,” Mr. McMillan said.
    “I’m going to take a long, hot bath with soap,” Anna declared. “I’ve not had any shampoo or toothpaste in over a month.”
    Paige was more interested in food. “I want a cheeseburger dripping with onions. And French fries! Lots and lots of fries!”
    Mr. McMillian navigated his pickup north, the mood in the cab changing as the country miles passed by.
    “We can’t forget those people back in Houston,” Anna noted to her sister, the initial burst of euphoria wearing off. “What the government did to us wasn’t right, and we can never forget that.”
    “You girls are free of all that now,” responded Mr. McMillian. “I hope with time, you can put all of that behind you.”
    “That’s going to be difficult, Daddy,” responded her sister. “What they’ve done is worse than the Japanese internment camps during WWII. I felt like I was an Indian being forced to stay on a reservation and then starved to death.”
    “More like a German concentration camp if you ask me. Only we had Ebola rather than gas chambers,” Anna said.
    “You girls need to be careful,” their father warned. “Technically, we’re all criminals now. I know you want to make things better for all those poor people back there, but you won’t be able to accomplish anything if you’re in jail.”
    Mr. McMillian’s sobering words put a damper on the elation, the cab growing quiet as they continued north. It was Page who finally broke the silence. “Dad’s right; we have to be careful. But that’s not going to deter me from doing what I believe is right. I am never going to sleep well until those people back in Houston see justice.”
    “I’m proud of you girls for wanting to make things better. You’ve both been headstrong about that sort of thing since you were little. But don’t think you have to take this all on by yourselves. Why, just yesterday, I saw news reports of a massive protest being organized in Washington. One of the reporters said it was going to be the largest demonstration the capital has seen since the Vietnam War. It sounds like a lot of people have realized how abusive and out of control the whole Ebola thing has become.”
    Paige perked up at her father’s words. “When is this demonstration supposed to happen?”
    “Now, Paige, I know that look. Your mother and I haven’t seen or heard from you girls for weeks, and you’re already thinking of running