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strap her to the
roof?”
    “ If she keeps up her
wonderful attitude I’ll figure something out.”
    Sure enough, Carrie had come back. She
didn’t look at anyone in the truck, but climbed in and sat
down.
    Jon-Jon, sitting comfortably in his
new van worked his way to the grass median where he then led the
convoy to the other side of the highway. It looked much easier to
navigate then the right side and hopefully it would take them past
whatever had caused the traffic jam to begin with.

 
     
     
     
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    He felt alive, even though he was
anything but. The wind whipped his hair around like blades of grass
in an open field. His arm hung out the window, and he sat slumped
in his chair as if it were a throne fit for the King himself. He
had a belly full of the darkest energy that surely ever existed. He
thought it felt a lot like a belly full of whiskey on a cold night,
but there was a hell of lot more to it than that.
    There was someone, or something,
inside him. In some ways he felt like a limb, or part of a hive, he
thought. He didn’t feel like a puppet on a string or anything like
that, but he knew he was tapped into some serious shit. Maybe the
Devil himself was taking a liking to him.
    Whatever it was seemed to know
everything that was on his mind. And he too could feel parts of
conversations, emotions, but it was all just a soft noise in the
background of his mind. Questions were answered with a sudden
understanding. Pain became pleasure. Feeling his own body going
through the early stages of physical death simply felt like the
sparks that would start a fire.
    He could feel, as if by some form of
autonomy, where the living and the dead were—an internal compass
for them both. It was with that knowledge that he knew what streets
to turn down and what direction to take to get to his destination.
He wanted to find the one that got away. And after he was done with
her, he was going to track down those other self righteous sacks of
meat and rend them each to a slow death between his
teeth.
    ***
    Days earlier…
    Sarah wasn’t entirely sure how she did
it. Or how she even had the courage to try, but it was that or it
was letting that sick fuck have his way with her and then kill her.
Her body ached from the fight, and even worse was the pain she felt
in her ankle. The pain burned brightly, traveling to her knee. The
way she hobbled into the woods, putting all her wait on the pad of
her foot and off her heel was alleviating the pressure a touch, but
come tomorrow her entire foot, and probably her leg would
hurt.
    She knew she couldn’t keep this up
much longer. Jumping off the roof saved her from that maniac, but
she now had the attention of several deaders that were following
her into the thick of the woods. She was moving quicker than them
for now, but she wouldn’t for much longer. The pain was dominating
her, and all she wanted to do was sit down and nurse her wounds.
The dead didn’t think like that, if they thought at all. They
didn’t get tired, and they sure as shit didn’t care about their
wounds. As slow as they were they would never need to stop and
catch their breath.
    The moon was obscured from the thick
branches overhead and all Sarah could see were thin slivers of
light on the edges of the trees. Her eyes had adjusted to the dark,
but this deep in and the moon might as well have not existed. Her
lungs burned, her leg throbbed, and she just wanted to give in but
the sounds of the deaders crunching leaves underfoot spurred her
forward again.
    As she trotted painfully through
territory unknown, images of Boone and Milah flashed through her
mind. Though her and Milah had been friends for a few years, they
both took to Boone quickly as if they’d known him far longer than
the few days they really did. Despite it being the end of the world
they made the best of it. Laughs were few and far between but when
they did occur they were sincere and contagious. She missed them
both