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ensue, which only end when John carts one away for the night. What can I say, he likes the variety, and I like to watch reality TV in real time.
    Marissa Souza and Chelsea Adams came as a pair just after Carlos and Oscar. Both were college students when the outbreak began, so they spent the last 16 months in the university’s shelter. The only reason that they left is because the food supplies were finally depleted. They were separated from the deserting group when wheezers attacked the unprepared civilians emerging from the shelter. The girls only lasted because they found a dumpster for them to hide in.
    Cory was the one who found them on a supply run and brought them back. They smelt as pleasant as any putrid dumpster can, with Chelsea’s curly red hair and Marissa’s brown, both tangled in knots, their clothes filthy and Marissa having bare feet from having to, ‘sacrifice her poor Louis to those greedy monsters,’ in favor of survival. After they smelled relatively clean, we assigned them to water collecting with Kelly and they’ve been friends ever since.
    So, while the hens are squawking that they aren’t going anywhere, I turn to another member of the group. Akio Yamamoto is a second-generation American born Japanese man in his mid-thirties that arrived last month when I found him wrestling a wheezer in a grocery store the next town over. He had been in a bomb shelter in his basement, but similar to Chelsea and Marissa’s plight, he ran out of supplies and had to vacate it. Unlike the hens, he survived for a month on his own before I found him and brought him home.
    Having completed his years of residency and worked in a hospital for the two before the outbreak, Akio’s medical knowledge is a highly prized commodity. Black hair hangs slightly in front of the wire-framed glasses that are perched low on his nose, so I can see the wheels turning in those brown eyes without the glare from the quickly setting sun. Decision made, he clears his throat and raises a hand, to which Cory’s ear-splitting whistle draws attention to. Once the roar of the crowd settles, our doctor speaks.
    “While the South’s warm weather would be ideal for the winter months,” Akio’s smooth voice begins. “There’s work to be done here, and I cannot abandon a patient in need. It goes against my honor, and my doctor’s oath, so I’ll be staying behind.”
    “I can respect that,” I say.
    Even though it would have been a greater asset for us to have a trained medical professional in our arsenal, we can deal. Especially with the amount of fighters going with us topping that of the defenseless. Since we now have the twins’ consent, that means we have six fighters being John, Carlos, Oscar, Cory, Danny and myself, Sarah will be the only untrained person in our decreased group of seven.
    “Don’t stay on my account, Doc,” Leonard counters. “Old age happens to the best of us, and I can manage. They’ll need you more than I will.”
    Akio and Leonard begin arguing quietly amongst themselves before the final member of our group makes her presence known. Victoria’s a twenty-something red-headed vixen, with a bit of hero worship, that’s been steadily following my trail since I saved from being eaten alive by a lone wheezer three days ago. I’ll admit it works in my favor, because what red-blooded, straight male can walk in on a naked, traumatized female lying on his bed and send her away? The poor girl would have been cold in that big bed and all by her lonesome. So, while I got a hero’s welcome, I used a few clever flicks of tongue and hands to prevent her from having nightmares. See, I’m generous.
    Alright, cut me some slack here. I’ve been abstinent for over a year out of fear of being caught bare assed and sweating by my baby sister, because it would traumatize her for life, and I’d die a painful death via embarrassment. John didn’t share my sentiments, since he’s enjoyed a nightly fuck fest since Kelly and