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whatever the fuck he’s leader of). It’s the monthly Survivor Counsel meeting.
    “Why does she need me?” Elsbeth asks.
    We find out quickly as we walk into my house, one of the very first that was rebuilt from the many scraps and components of the aba ndoned neighborhoods around us.
    “Hey, b aby,” Stella says from the couch, “I’m sick. It was the apples.”
    “I told you they were too green,” I say.
    “But they tasted so good,” she sighs. “Can you go in my place today?”
    “Sure,” I say , “I’ll get cleaned up. What’d you need Elsbeth for?”
    “She’s going with you,” Stella says.
    “I can take care of myself,” I snap.
    “Yes, yes you can,” Stella sighs , “but I’d feel better if she was with you. Okay?”
    “Oooh,” Elsbeth smiles. “I can go swimming!” She claps her hands and does a little dance.
    “Can I go?” Greta, our fourteen year old daughter asks from the walkway above. “I want to go swimming. And Tansy and Becka will be there.”
    “Not today, sweetie,” Stella says. “You and your brother have chores. The house needs to be cleaned.”
    “Seriously? That’s bullshit,” Greta snaps. “We’re always cleaning the house! What do you do? Just sit on the couch and...”
    “I’d stop there,” I say, seeing the look on my wife’s face. “Greta? Go get your brother and start cleaning.”
    “It’s like ninety degrees in here!” she shouts. “I’ll die!”
    “Then you’ll come back as a Z and I’ll kill you,” Elsbeth says.
    Silence.
    “I’ll get Charlie,” Greta says and tucks away quickly.
    “Thanks, El,” Stella says, “she needed a swift kick like that.”
    “What?” Elsbeth asks. “I didn’t say I’d kick her, I said I’d kill her.”
    “Right,” Stella smiles, “whatever, it worked. Jace?”
    “Getting clean then we are out of here,” I say, leaning over the couch and kissing her. “Love you.”
    “Love you too.”
     
    ***
     
    Melissa Billings, our head of the scavenging crew, drives the four door pickup truck as we wind up Elk Mountain Road on our way to the Grove Park. I sit up front with her while Elsbeth sits in the back seat and her eyes watching the empty houses zip by. The truck bed is filled with heavily armed men and women, part of Lourdes’s crew. They accompany everyone everywhere. It’s greatly reduced the casualty rate that can get kinda high in the zombie apocalypse.
    Melissa keeps glancing at me out of the corner of her eye and it’s really bugging the shit out of me.
    “What?” I ask. “Out with it.”
    “We have to make a detour,” she says. “Need to pick someone up.”
    “Pick someone up? Who? There’s nothing between here and the Grove Park except… No. No fucking way.” I shake my head like a three year old having a tantrum. “No, no, no. I’ll kill the bitch.”
    After my shower, I switched up my prosthetic and put on my “in the field” arm. It’s a long spike, deadly sharp at the end. Mr. Spikey. If we get in the shit then I’m ready to brain some Zs. It’s not an easy thing to do, but I’ve gotten pretty good with it. I hold up Mr. Spikey and wave it by Melissa’s face.
    “I. Will. Stab. Her,” I say.
    Elsbeth snickers from the back seat. I turn on her, pissed. She glares. I turn back, not quite as pissed.
    “They are putting the last touches on their fortifications,” Melissa says, ignoring my hissy fit. “She can get away for the meeting, but can’t spare any of her people.”
    “Her people?” I snort. “Fucking dipshits.”
    Brenda Kelly , the former Chairperson of the Whispering Pines HOA. Stella took her job. It was a bloodless coup, done all democratic like and all.
    But that woman…
    She’s a squat, ugly, goblin-beast of a bitch. The woman is pure evil, in my honest opinion. She colluded with Vance, but still got reelected because of fear and stupidity. It wasn’t until Stella stepped up and took over that she lost her power base. But, being an evil twat, she