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well have been priceless in another time.
    For us, it was all useless debris.

    The next day we passed an old country speedway, so we dropped our bikes and stepped in to climb up its empty bleachers for lunch. As I laid out a snack for Ben from his saddlebags, we noticed cars smashed and piled up on one end of the track.
    Brick pondered out loud, “Somebody had fun here for awhile. Probably jamming the gas pedals in those cars on maximum with the high gear engaged, while the rear axle was jacked up, then – boom – let it take off into a crash. Pretty cool.” He studied through his rifle scope. “Yep, there’s the jack down there. Oh, and it looks as though he rode the last one in himself.”
    I took in the evidence through my own scope. “Yeah...I can see his remains in the last car, all crumpled around the steering column. No air bag deployment, not that it would have saved him. What a shame...”
    Many of those few who survived the initial carnage and losses of the epidemic eventually lost the will to press on. This poor soul was evidently one of those who had surrendered to defeat and killed himself, rather than struggle on into a terrifying and uncertain future.
    We continued our journey
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Chapter Three
    “Dakota”

    An excerpt from Brick Charbonneau’s “History of the First and Second Recovery Periods “
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    I KNEW from the first moment I found Nicki Redstone that we would be friends, and that we had a destiny to fulfill together. I am not generally given to superstition, nor do I give any particular credence to tales of the supernatural, but the night before I first saw Nicki, my dreams brought a vision of a warrior for the dark times of the apocalypse; a fighter, heavy with weapons and bristling with power. Not a man, though, but a woman, companioned by a wolf spirit. I discounted this dream as only that - a dream - until the next morning, when I was astonished to find this wet fighter, unconscious on the riverbank, speaking French, no less, looking very much like the image from my sleep.
    It is true that Nicki was a very direct and firm person from the beginning, although never rude, andher slightly husky voice always commanded attention. She was confident in the extreme, and serene in the worst possible situations. I would feel calm and sure in her presence - even invincible - in deadly situations, when logic otherwise screamed that our survival was in doubt and the end was near. Nicki had that effect on everyone. It was because of her that I increased my weapons load to more closely match hers.
    She had a way of sizing up a man that was interesting and distinctive; oftentimes even amusing. Her eyes would scan up then down, calmly, taking in every detail, her hands usually resting easily on two of the pistols holstered in her vest (when impatient, her fingers would gently tap the guns). I think this mentally disarmed her potential adversaries, as they would think her unprepared – so very few had any concept of her lightning speed.
    You may be surprised to learn that Nicki Redstone was not cocky or arrogant, as some have suggested - not in the least. She was, in many respects, quite a humble, even self-effacing person. And humorous? One would not think that someone in such a grim line of work could be comedic, but her wit and timing often kept me cheerfully relaxed in situations that could easily have been completely demoralizing. If you can for a moment, imagine the toothy, overbite expression, with half closed eyes that Nicki once directed at me as we listened to some snobby and vacuous former opera prima donna blather on about her own magnificence,then you would understand why I nearly turned purple trying to politely contain my laughter. It was this same witty display – or something similar – that she would unfold at some otherwise frightening moment, effectively turning fear into courage.
    Above all else, though, Nicki always displayed an unmistakeable aura of mature, proven confidence, a