"I hate sentinel duty," Rahima Hassan said to herself, shaking her head. The six-foot-tall, dark-skinned and curvy young African American woman hefted her rifle and stood on the Rampart. The eighty-meter-high, three-meter-thick cement wall was all that separated the remnants of metropolitan Detroit, Michigan, from the Darkness. Beyond the City lights, there was nothing but darkness. Rahima couldn't hear the endless moans and growls of the Undead, but she knew they were out there...
Everything outside of The City ( most people under fifty didn't call it Detroit anymore ) belong to the Zombies. Such is life for what remains of Humanity within the United States of America. Anyone who ventured out of the City of Detroit was considered a lost cause. The world beyond was a desolate place. Exile from The City, the harshest punishment administered to the worst of criminals, meant certain death. The Electorate, the twelve-member supreme council which rules The City, simply couldn't risk an outbreak of Zombies in Humanity's last stronghold.
Ages ago, the denizens of The City lost contact with the rest of the world. Europe, Asia, Africa, Mexico, Canada, New Zealand, Australia, all of those places had gone dark in the weeks before the people of Detroit erected the Rampart. The Zombie virus caught Humanity by surprise, but the people of Detroit fought back ferociously. First, they cleaned up the Zombie infestation within their metropolis and then secured the place. At last count, The City's six hundred thousand inhabitants were all that remained of the Human species.
Rahima was born after The Event, the day when Humanity found itself battling the Living Dead. She has never known the world of the Ancients, the world of shopping malls, television commercials, international flights, airports, trains, universities and the like. From what Rahima learned from the old-timers, the world before The Event wasn't the kind of environment she would have strived in. The Humans who existed before The Event were complete and total idiots, to say the least...
Rahima's father Hafiz Hassan, often told her about how dreary life was before the Zombies rose against Mankind. Humans used to divide themselves along the lines of race, ethnicity, culture and religion, in enclaves known as countries. People couldn't travel from one country to another without a lot of dumb rules and regulations. Hafiz Hassan moved to the City of Detroit, Michigan, from his hometown of Mogadishu, Somalia, as a young man, and married a young white woman named Elisabeth Sherman. The two of them took up arms to defend Detroit when the shit hit the fan....
"Hey sexy," came a voice, snatching Rahima out of her little trip down memory lane. Rahima turned to find herself looking at a very familiar face. Joshua Adewale stood there, a cocky grin on his dark, handsome face. The son of Nigerian immigrants who moved to the City of Detroit, Michigan, from their hometown of Lagos, Nigeria, a mere decade before The Event. Like Rahima, Joshua is doing sentry duty tonight. Rahima looked Joshua up and down. The fact that he could still sneak up on her was quite annoying, to say the very least...
"Josh, we're on duty," Rahima reminded him, and Joshua smiled and shrugged. Joshua was part of Excelsior Platoon, under the command of Captain Sholonda Odoms, and he should be in the barracks but he volunteered for sentry duty just to holler at his favorite sentinel. Rahima, being part of Excalibur Unit, under the command of Captain Jerry Ahern, would be doing sentry duty for the next three nights. Rotations are a bitch but a unit member has no choice. That's life for armed units in the Zombie Apocalypse...
A few months ago, Rahima and Joshua had a one-night stand. To Rahima, it was just casual sex. To Joshua, it was something else entirely. He'd been hounding her for an encore ever since. Rahima sighed deeply as she looked at Joshua, wishing that he wasn't about to start flirting and bugging her. The brother is tall and good-looking. Surely there are lots of young women or men in town who wouldn't mind sharing his bed. Rahima just wanted to be left alone...
"Rahima, it's cool, I didn't come here to rehash the past," Joshua said, all seriousness all of a sudden. Rahima looked at him dubiously. Joshua held his hands up, and Rahima frowned. She nodded at him, and they began walking along the Rampart. There were a dozen other patrol units strategically placed along different parts of the Rampart. The Rampart was The City's first line of defense. If the Rampart ever fell, every Zombie for miles would come pouring through the breach, eager to feast on the Human populace...
"Josh, have you noticed that the Zombies don't come close to the gate anymore?" Rahima asked, pointing at the darkness. Joshua nodded and looked through the darkness with his special night vision binoculars. In the old days, whenever armed units did rampart duty, there were always Zombies massing in front of the gate. The only way in or out of The City was through helicopter. There were hundreds of operational helicopters and a few fighter planes which formed The City's Air Force. Due to an unfortunate incident in the past, large airplanes were no longer a thing...
"I guess they're scared of us," Joshua said with a grin as he handed the binoculars to Rahima. Sighing, Rahima took the binoculars and scanned the darkness. There were no Zombies within a mile of the Rampart. What the fuck was going on? Rahima and Joshua did their hourly radio check with the unit command, and then continued with their patrol. There wasn't much to do, but vigilance is a way of life in the Zombie Apocalypse. The days of Human carelessness were over...