Jackson Township had been completely invaded by infected.
I stared out the camping van's window through the early morning light, watching the nightmare unfold in real-time across what had once been our safe town. The Screamer had inflicted terrifying, catastrophic damage to this town—damage that might prove irreversible, that might have destroyed Jackson Township as a viable settlement forever.
These last two months had been dedicated to painstaking reclamation work. With Mark's engineering expertise, and contributions from everyone in both our house and the Municipal Office community, we'd systematically cleared the infected from Jackson Township's streets and buildings. Every single one we could find had been hunted down and eliminated through coordinated sweeps that took weeks of dangerous, exhausting effort.
