"Do you think the sheriff will be cooperative or do you think he's just trying to push this off on the Feds?" Sculder asked Mully as they got out of their vehicle in the parking lot.
"Don't know. Depends on how much of a hick he is," Mully answered her long-time partner. After a second of thought she added, "Although I'd think the hicks would prefer to deal with this kind of stuff themselves."
"Well, let's see what he has to say." Sculder led the way to the door of the office.
As they entered the building and their eyes adjusted to the darkness in the office, they found a rather shaky sheriff and his equally shaky deputy pointing guns at them.
"Um...sheriff, if you'll just let me get my badge, I'm Agent Sculder and this is my partner Agent Mully."
"Yeah, alright, let's see it," the sheriff drawled, holstering his weapon. He indicated his deputy should put his away as well.
Inspecting Sculder's credentials, the sheriff asked, "so what do you Feds intend to do about this?"
"About what? A couple of random zombies wandering the countryside?" Sculder attempted to chasten his counterpart.
"Zombies!" the sheriff exclaimed with astonishment. Recovering, he continued, "a couple of random zombies? Agent Sculder, you don't know the extent of this yet do you?"
This caught Sculder off-guard. "What are you talking about?"
"Every county to the north and west of here is covered with these things. Haven't heard from anyone south of here, or what's going on in Suburbia, but this isn't just Nowhere's problem."
Sculder and Mully looked at each other. "That explains all the calls we've been getting."
"No point heading north if it's more of these things," Mully offered up. "Except we might find where they're coming from."
Sculder thought for a minute. "That would be helpful, but at what risk? Let's head for HQ and get more info on the extent of this - then we can plan a proper course of action."
Turning back to the sheriff, Mully asked, "Sheriff, can you join up with whichever agencies around here you think are most useful and set up roadblocks to keep these things from heading south, if, indeed, they aren't there already?"
"Well, sure can. The sheriff down in Blowdown County is a friend of mine. I'm sure we can work something out."
"Good. We'll be in touch," Mully assured the local law enforcement.
As they were leaving they could hear the sheriff already getting started.
"Now Barney, I need you to go fetch Gomer and Goober and the rest of the gang so's I can deputize them..."
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The sheriff's office was made out of construction paper. Didn't turn out too well because my only resources were a pair of kid's scissors, glue stick, construction paper, graph paper and a ruler. If it proves useful for the future, I might recreate it later since it won't survive the trip home. For now, though, it will do the trick. You don't see much of it in these pics, but it has five cells in the back and three separate rooms - at least one of which presumably holds weapons and ammunition. A useful fact in the zombie apocalypse.