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out of his mouth when the first bullet came in our direction.
    â€œGet out of the truck!” the driver shouted. “Or the next one is in your head.”
    Ron reached for the door handle. “Duck the fuck down and get us out of here,” I hissed.
    â€œHe’ll shoot me.”
    â€œHe’ll shoot you anyway. Fucking do it, Ron. This is my world now.”
    Ron placed the truck in drive and ducked down just as I brought my rifle up. I peppered their car with rounds, forcing the driver to dive for cover. Rounds were still coming our way, striking the truck with heavy metallic thumps . We were picking up speed, getting away from our potential way layers. The rear windshield exploded inward as one of the men ran out onto the highway to get a better angle. I put at least one, maybe two, rounds in his stomach for his efforts. He would die a slow, miserable death.
    â€œMike, you hit?” BT asked, alarmed. He’d turned to look at me. I put my hand up behind my ear. The bullet had grazed me right behind it, digging a groove into that bony protrusion. Now that I knew I’d been shot, it hurt like a motherfucker. That was the least of our problems as a funnel of steam shot up from the hood in a newly formed venting hole also supplied by our fellow highwaymen.
    â€œMike, I’m sorry!” Ron looked on the verge of panic.
    â€œLooks like I’m not the only one that can fuck up a truck,” I said, trying to stem the flow of blood from my head.
    â€œYou are not going to do a ‘told you so’ right now, are you man?” BT begged.
    I shrugged. “Why not?” He’s been giving me shit about his precious trucks now for a couple of months, and he destroys the one he’s driving in under three hours. “Sorta feels like poetic justice.” It’s been well documented I use sarcasm and humor as a way to temper the fear I’m feeling. It was not lost on me that Ron was on the verge of checking out. He’d just had his perceived notion of how the world worked knocked on its ass. It’s one thing to think about how it is, it’s completely another to live through it.
    â€œYou all right, man?” BT looked over to Ron.
    â€œI’m the fucker that’s shot,” I told him.
    â€œPlease, everyone knows you’re too stupid to die.”
    â€œShit, BT, don’t hold back. Tell me how you really feel.”
    The engine groaned and clanked. It began to sound like loose sneakers in a dryer. Soon, it quit. Ron’s dashboard lit up in a variety of stunning colors. We found ourselves on a slowing roll.
    â€œStart grabbing gear, BT. Ron?” My brother clamped his hands on the steering wheel. He stared straight ahead. “Ron!” I smacked him on the shoulder. He responded with an erg or ugh. “ Ron! ” I shouted in his ear.
    He turned slowly. “I almost got you killed; I almost got all of us killed.”
    â€œYeah, so?” I told him. “Grab your fucking gear. It’s not the last time you’re going to almost get us killed. You’d better get used to it.”
    â€œIs he kidding?” Ron asked BT.
    â€œDoubtful.” BT had begun cramming stuff into a small backpack. Well, I mean it was a big backpack to a normal human, but small in his hands.
    â€œWhy were they shooting at us?”
    â€œRon, man, we don’t have time to question everything right now. Either those douche bags are going to be on us, or zombies that heard the party are going to come and try to crash. We don’t have time to think, just do. That’s our modus operandi now.”
    â€œLatin, you’re using Latin. I’m so proud of you.”
    â€œWe’re losing him, Talbot.” BT was halfway out the door.
    â€œRon, man, listen to me. We need to get out of here and now.” I heard the sound of an approaching engine.
    â€œMike.” BT poked his head in.
    â€œNot deaf, BT.”
    â€œWant me to drag