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binoculars.
    “It’s still intact,” Fred commented. I inhaled and pointed.
    “There’s a fuel tanker parked over there,” I used the binoculars and focused on the diamond shaped hazmat placard.
    “Bingo,” I said, “the number is 1202.”
    “Which one is that?” Rowdy asked. “1202 is the designation for diesel fuel. The tanker back at the tower is 1203, regular gas.”
    Rowdy grinned in understanding. “I see what you’re saying. We bring Mac back here, take this one home and then we’ll have a tanker for both types of gas,” he guffawed and slapped me on the back. “I can’t wait to tell Mac.”
    Konya looked at us. “Do you fellas know how to work those controls to fill a tanker?”
    “Zach does,” Rowdy responded. Konya scrutinized me even more now, as if to see if Rowdy was bullshitting him. I didn’t bother explaining, thinking we’d bring him up to speed later, if needed. Instead, I looked around at the multiple factories and businesses in the area.
    “There’re a lot of factories and commercial buildings out here, but we’d need the full crew to safely search them.”
    “Do we want to check out the prisons?” Fred asked. He pointed. “There are three down the road, including Riverbend, the maximum security prison for the state.” Fred grimaced slightly. “I can only imagine what happened to the inmates when the plague spread throughout the facilities.”
    “I’m sure there may be weapons and riot gear we could use. Perhaps even food, but I’ve no doubt there will be a heck of a lot of zombie convicts trapped in those buildings. We probably shouldn’t try it with only the four of us.”
    Everyone agreed and we moved out. We’d drive until we found a place with a good view and then stop and scan the area. Occasionally, we saw tendrils of smoke, indicating the possibility of survivors.
    We continued travelling the Briley Parkway loop and stopped at the bridge going across the Cumberland River.
    “I think one or two of us should walk ahead and make sure there aren’t any surprises,” I said. “I’d sure hate for one of our vehicles to fall through.”
    Rowdy and I walked the bridge while Fred and Konya slowly followed behind in the vehicles. Fortunately, other than an occasional pot hole, I saw nothing that would threaten the structure of the bridge. Once we crossed over, Rowdy pointed out Opry Mills.
    “We ought to check out that big sporting goods store,” he said. “I mean, it might be buck assed empty, but we should still take a look-see.”
    “You sure have a way of putting things,” Konya said. Rowdy grinned at the compliment. The four of us discussed it and quickly agreed. Fred drove right up front and parked in the fire lane. We waited a minute before exiting.
    “We need to watch for both zombies and humans,” Fred said. “This would be a prime location for anyone else wanting to scavenge.”
    The three of us checked our weapons and were about to make entry when Konya stopped us.
    “What are you doing?” he asked.
    “Well, sir, we were thinking about going in this store and forage for anything we might find useful, but we need to clear it of any hostile threats first,” I replied.
    Konya snorted, walked up to the broken out door, and motioned his dogs to go in. After a moment, there was some excited barking.
    “I taught them to find them and bark, but they won’t attack them because you got to kill the brain.”
    I nodded in understanding, but then he reached into his van and pulled something out. We watched him as he stuck his arm into it.
    “Is that one of those sleeves you use to teach dogs to attack with?” Rowdy asked. He nodded.
    “If one of them bastards gets too close, you stick your arm up. They’ll latch onto it just like a dog will, and then you simply use your free hand to put one in their brain pan,” Konya walked in without waiting for any response. Fred looked at the two of us with an arched eyebrow, and then we followed Konya