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irresponsible regardless of what he knew how to do. Aslin with a gun in one hand and machete in the other gripped the blade hard slicing it through the tent. It of course did not go as he wanted it to and got stuck on a rod halfway down. Aslin held his breath as he took a second swing at it. When he pulled it back the rest of the way he realized that he had only thought that he had seen the worst of the dead and the things that they were capable of. He thought about what he was seeing and wanted to kill every last one of them regardless of how long it took to complete the act.
    A baby that was Turned, lay in a small basket kicking wildly with chubby legs that ended at its knees. He had to back out and catch his breath. The stink from the rotting flesh and soiled diapers that had been stewing for what he could only assume had been months was unbearable. When he was sure that he was not going to puke he pulled the slit tent to the side staring in. He pulled out his knife and entered the tent saying a small prayer to God as he did that he would be forgiven for this one. When Aslin came back down Greg saw his face and could only remember one time he’d ever seen an adult look like that and it was when one of his dad's deputies had not finished a shift alive. Greg said, “What was it?”
    “They need to die,” Aslin said. “I mean it…all of them need to fucking die. People shouldn’t have to see shit like that, it isn’t fucking right. We get this shit back to the base, figure out the others in that group and from there I want to spend as much time behind this rifle as possible. The more of those fuckers we put down the better we all will be.”
    Greg said, “So, what you are saying is you aren’t going to tell us what you saw?”
    Aslin looked at him void of color in his face. “You’re welcome for that. You don’t want to know what I saw. But I assure you that I can’t handle seeing too many more of those visuals.”
    “Let’s finish going through this place so we can get back. It seems like we’re going to be doing some good, finally,” McQuaig said.
    “We have been keeping people safe, so we’re doing good,” Aslin said. “It’s just not as easy to keep track of as it is when you are taking out the Turned.”
    Greg looked over at Shaun and saw a mixture of emotions running across his young face. He could tell that he was curious what was in that tent and the idea there were dead and that he was going to get to go after them was something he’d been secretly craving. Greg whispered, “Looks like we’re finally going to start making a dent in those things. You think you’re going to be up for it?”
    Shaun shook his head no. He already knew that Greg didn’t need to have that answer but nodded ever so lightly. He said, “I hope that we can get more of these silencers attached to the rifles. If we can go in like ghosts they don’t stand a chance. I’ll sit at two hundred yards all day long and they’ll never see me coming.”
    “Don’t you mean us, Shaun?”
    “Yeah, you know what I mean, Greg. Just a little excited that we might be able to take things back again. It has been a long year waiting to get some serious time out there. Other than the day of your little white lie we haven’t had a hell of a lot of trigger time where the target was something that wasn’t going to get back up again.”
    Aslin motioned to Greg and the two disappeared around a row. Hammond and McQuaig were waiting for Shaun. He nodded and they started making their way through the aisles. When they were halfway through their portion of the store they found a lift with a platform but no gates for keeping it enclosed. Shaun said, “Who wants to go up?”
    Hammond and McQuaig were both shaking their heads. “That crap up there is probably heavy. One of you is going up there with me, the other gets to sit down here and be first meal if any of the Turned show up.”
    Hammond said, “Well, you know I’m pretty strong,