Walton's World Chapter List

Chapter One: Welcome to Walton's World

Chapter Two: That's Coming Out of Your Next Check!

Chapter Three: So You Let in a Loiterer?

Chapter Four: According to the Logo

Chapter Five: I Realize it's your First Day

Chapter Six: Right! Left! Jump!

Chapter Seven: The American Association of Retail Scientists

Chapter Eight: Do You Work Here?

Chapter Nine: A Constant, Simulated, Sense of Self-Actualization

Chapter Ten: So Sayeth the Book

Chapter Eleven: Reasonable Facsimile

Chapter Twelve: DIY WMD

Chapter Thirteen: It's All Blood Money

Chapter Fourteen: You Certainly Did Those Calculations on the Ground

Chapter Fifteen: Plan B

Chapter Sixteen: Doctor Rodriguez

Chapter Seventeen: A Really Stupid Hat

Chapter Eighteen: Caucasian Goo

Chapter Ninteen: Walton's World is No Longer in Need of Your Services

Chapter Twenty: A Whole Lotta Green

Chapter Twenty-One: Extensive Field Research

Walton's World: Chapter Twenty-One

 I sat in the back of the ambulance, a cup of water in my hands, a blanket over my shoulder, and a mask of oxygen strapped to my face. Allison sat on the bumper next to me as emergency workers tended to the more seriously injured around us. 

Walton's World: Chapter Twenty

 

I pushed Wells' corpse off of me as Allison offered me a hand. It wasn't hers, but instead the plasticine arm of a manakin, held in her hand.

"I thought you’d died when he started shooting at me," I said as she helped me up. She held up the arm. 

"I realized that in a case as small as these cameras have, they probably couldn't fit both a nine millimeter gun and a high-resolution camera." She said, dropping the manakin's arm, I figured I could put the rest of the puzzle together myself. 

Walton's World: Chapter Nineteen

  Allison lead the way, her attention shifting between the occasional scuff mark and checking around corners before we moved into the next aisle of America-themed detritus. I looked back behind us to see how far we were from the last bread-crumb of collectable train I'd dropped, and opted to place another one on our path, marking our latest progress with a train car paying homage to the Apache Wars, which I learned only ended in 1924? I resolved to look that up when I got home.

Walton's World: Chapter Eighteen

 

"Wells!" Allison said as the zombies slammed against the door behind us, "What are you doing?" 

"It's simple, really." He said, tapping at his tablet, "When Denise broke containment and showed up here, Prendick said we'd need to contain and trap Denise." Wells gestured towards the doors as a zombie tried to reach it's hand through the gap before pulling it back as the door closed around it. 

Walton's World: Chapter Seventeen

  The air duct opened up above a raised loft that wrapped around the three exterior walls of the utility room. We sat, shoulder to shoulder, peering through the slits in the air vents, trying to make out as much through the darkness as we could. It wasn't much. There was no skylight overhead, no distant glow from the towers to cast things in silhouette. Beyond a faint grey haze of light coming from the utility room door that leads out into the showroom floor. 

Walton's World: Chapter Sixteen

 

Allison passed me some of her water and the bag of trail mix. I was sweating profusely, but I think she also figured giving me a snack was a good way to keep me quiet for a few minutes, a well-tested strategy that my mother had perfected on long car trips. 

"I was very good at school." Allison started "Top of the class at my high school, received a number of scholarships, I could have gone to whichever college I wanted. I'd been told that being the best at high school is like being a big fish in a small pond, and that I should expect more competition when I got to college."