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Senior that, but he didn’t listen. It was only because of your daddy that you got in. Your daddy should have taught you some fucking respect.” He stood up and I knew I was screwed from the look on his face. He walked over to me and before I could react, he punched me in the gut.  

    The hit was hard and it made me bend over in reflex, gasping for air. I stood up quickly and faced him. I couldn’t allow myself to show weakness to him. He never could take me down in a fight and he knew it. There was a reason he had his enforcer in the corner.  

    “You’re tough, I’ll give you that. I don’t know if you had anything to do with those girls taking out Senior. I don’t think I’ll ever know, so I don’t trust you, but you have your uses. Move your berth. You’re going to take over Red’s job guarding the fucking children. I’m wiping all your creds. No more women for you, Rebel. Hang out with the little kids and learn some respect. Maybe one day you can earn those fucking colors you wear. No more patrols either, you’re on lockdown. Fuck up again and I’m stripping you. You’ll be a fucking civilian.”  

    With one move Junior had effectively neutered me. I was now in with the children. I wouldn’t be able to leave the base, unless special permission was given and I would barely be able to leave the kids’ area. Red was the oldest member of the club and he had been given the job because he couldn’t do much more. It was a shit job. A job that would usually fall to the women, but no one in the club trusted the women enough to let them carry. And the children needed to be protected.

    I walked out of Junior’s area without saying a word. He knew what he was doing. If he suspected me of any kind of malicious behavior then he had me where he could keep me in my place. The kids’ area was always under guard with a constant rotation of brothers. It would be the first place the civilians went if they were to break free, so they had to have it watched. There was always a guard inside and one that rotated at the back door. The one inside acted as the nanny and watched the women that were allowed to come in and tend to the kids.  

    It was a shit position. I was now the glorified babysitter.  

FIVE | Amphibious Ass-Kicker

    Trivox was a production facility about five miles from our compound that had produced vehicles for the U.S. military. They specialized in armored land and marine vehicles along with a few weapon systems. It wasn’t a huge facility, but we were hoping that they would be stocked with a good base of weaponry.  

    Our group hadn’t even considered scavenging in the manufacturing plants that ran along Lake Pontchartrain since most of them were full of tools and materials that we wouldn’t be able to use. They held nothing sustainable like food or water, but we had forgotten about Trivox. Weapons we could use.  

    The plant had been closed on the Saturday that Z hit, so on our initial scouting we only noticed a few Zs wandering around in the yard, still in their security uniforms. The company must have recently shipped out a lot of their stock since there were only a few of their armored SCTVs in the lot. An SCTV or Survivable Combat Tactical Vehicle, were armored vehicles that were slowly replacing the Humvees. They were cheaper and took a hit better.  

    We were going in as a team. The mission was to go in fast, take out any of the dead and secure weapons and vehicles as quickly as possible. Our forward team consisted of Romeo, whose nickname was worse than mine, Vance Ito, who we called Ito, Jimmy and Blake. We cut into the chain-link fence that surrounded the place and I whistled to attract the attention of the two Zs that were roaming the yard.  

    They approached us like good little dead things and we dispatched them easily. I didn’t even have to take out my Bowie because Jimmy and Ito were on it, fast and efficient.

    We split up to case the area, looking for an easily accessible