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Arn was elbow deep into the engine of a Ford, damn thing had thrown a belt when he’d been driving back to camp. His group had sent him off on a run, and of course his truck threw a belt then. He’d been lucky enough to break when he was close to an old auto shop and gas station that had the belt he needed. Close being only a mile or so off. 

“Hey, you hand me that tension bar real quick, man?” Arn glanced to the guy his new group had sent with him. “It ought to go right on and we’ll be good to go so long as nothin’ else gets in our way.”

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JJ stepped onto the porch and shoved her hair up into a messy ponytail with the intent to keep it out of her face as she went out to check her traps. She was bent down, tying her boots when a sound that didn’t belong intruded on her very early morning routine. Of course, her partner was gone, separated from her weeks ago, or he’d have her back. Instead, JJ was faced with either confronting the threat on her own, or barricading herself inside the old farmhouse.

When faced with a choice like that, most women on their own would run inside bar the door. Justice Jericho was not  most women, even before the world went to Hell. So she straightened and flipped the knife at her hip and turned slowly in the direction of the noise. Not a walker. “Who the hell’re you?”

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“How about you step right the fuck off and I don’t snap your stick shift”