An excerpt from PANCHO LAND:
As the bus emerged from the empty man-made canyons of downtown Los Angeles, the first sight of their destination finally came into view: the graffiti-covered concrete wall marking the border of Quarantine Zone B. The high wall loomed malevolently above the paved banks of the Los Angeles River beyond the expanse of a long-abandoned railroad yard. The upper floors of a few multi-story buildings rose above the razor-sharp concertina wire atop the wall.
The bus slowed to a crawl then resumed normal speed as they passed a checkpoint manned by heavily armed men in brown wide-brimmed hats. They were crossing the last line of the government’s defenses around the zone.
Raul Ramos y Sanchez