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move. It was forgetting to breathe again. An explosion brought it out of it's catatonic state and the zombie resumed breathing. The installation was no more.

Chapter 4
                  After finishing off the sprinter Gina came back over to Cindy and I with a huge smile on her face. Just watching the way she sauntered over made me smile. She was getting really good with that sword but her cocky attitude was going to get her in trouble one of these days. I was going to have to find a way to talk to her about it without bringing her full wrath down on me. She was taking too many chances and every time we confronted a bunch of zombies I worried for her safety. In all honesty she had saved our asses several times and she had as of yet crossed the line into fool hearty. Maybe it was me. I needed to find a way to bring her down a notch and at the same time try to not worry so much. In other words, quit being such a grandma.
                  “Did you like that honey?” Gina asked.
                  “Oh that was nice. We need to find a quiet spot so you can pull my little panties down and spank my ass for me. You're my hero!”
                  She threw the arm she held her sword in around my neck and pulled me in for a kiss. “You know it gets me hot when you talk to me like that.”
                  “You two need to get a room,” Cindy said. She turned away and walked back to the truck.
                  “What's wrong with her?” Gina said.
                  “It did get a bit hairy just then. I think she's a little shook up.”
                  “I guess you're right.” Gina pushed away from me and ran to catch Cindy. “Wait up.”
                  I could see the Hummer coming down the street with just Al in it. He jumped the curb and pulled up next to the truck and got out. He was talking to the girls when I walked up.
                  “Where's Rick?”
                  “He took his new wheels for a joy ride.”
                  “You really think this is a good time for any of us to be off on a jaunt?”
                  “Don't get your bowels in an uproar. He's a big boy now Mildred. You need to let our boy be a grown-up.”
                  Gina and Cindy howled with laughter. Can't say I blamed them. Al did have a way with words.
                  “Actually I thought he'd be back here by now. The way he took off I was sure he'd beat me back.”
                  Then I could hear him coming. I don't know which was louder. The squealing tires or the sound of the muffler. He came flying around the corner in a purple Dodge Challenger. I'm not much of a car buff but this baby was a classic. As he approached us he slammed on the brakes then eased it up over the curb. Then he stomped on the gas and did several donuts around us. I stood staring in disbelief.
                  “Could you have found anything louder?”
                  “I tried but this was the only thing I could find,” Al said.
                  Rick stopped and got out of the car. “I love this car.” He started to walk over.
                  “You may as well get back in. We can't stay here,” Gina said.
                  “Every zombie in the area is probably headed here right now,” Cindy said.
                  “We may as well get this show on the road. Go back to the hill over looking the motel,” Al said.  “Rick, try to drive like you have a little common sense.”
                  It was funny to watch the smile disappear from Rick's face. Kind of looked like somebody letting the air out of a balloon. For a second I thought he was going to cry. Then he just turned around, got back in the car, and drove away.
                  We looked out at the highway. It seemed