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ones. Stupid, fast Zs.
    Audrey slashes one across the neck and it keeps running for a couple of feet before its head tumbles right off. She drops to a knee and slashes at a second one, slicing its legs in half. Before it can fall to the ground, she takes its head off and shoves the body away from her
    The third one heads my way and I duck as it dives at me. I shove my shoulder up into its guts, sending it flipping over my back. Its arm gets caught in the Barrett's straps and I fall right on my ass. Right on top of the Z. The thing grabs me and tries to bite my arm, but I flip my blade around and give the Z the old reverse thrust to the forehead move. The fucker dies fast.
    "We cool?" Steph asks as I get to my feet.
    "Cool," Audrey says.
    "Cool," I say.
    "Wow," Froggy Girl says. "That was incredible. The Doyles don't even move that fast."
    "How the hell did any of you live this long?" Steph asks, but it ain't really a question. She shakes her head and lights a flare as she steps into the other tunnel. "This way, right?"
    "Yeah," Froggy Girl says. She hurries up next to Steph and points down the tunnel. "Two miles this way. That's where the kids are. But we have to be careful halfway, alright?"
    "Alright," Steph says. "Why do we have to be careful?"
    "Because a mile in and we'll be right underneath the Doyles' camp," Froggy Girl says. "They sometimes keep guards by the storm drains to listen for us. We usually only send the Inezes in black this way. If they hear us, they'll grab us for some Doyle fun."
    "I doubt it's fun," Steph says. "You hear that, sisters? A mile in and we go silent. Not a clatter or clank. Make sure your gear is taped down before we get there."
    "I'll do you," Marcie says to me as she pulls a roll of duct tape from her pack. "You do me next."
    "Deal," I say as we get walking.
    I hold a flare while Marcie follows me and tapes down anything on me or my pack that's loose. She even tapes the Barrett to my pack so it doesn't rattle. Audrey is doing the same to Antoinette while Antoinette holds the flare. Froggy Girl keeps looking back at us, her eyes wide with some emotion I can't make out in the red light of the flares.
    "Here," I say and toss her a roll of duct tape. "You do Steph. Do it right, Froggy Girl. You do it wrong and it could get us into a fight we don't want to be in."
    "I'll do it right," she replies. "I don't want us to get killed."
    "I said get us into a fight, not get us killed," I say. "Pay attention. Doyles ain't gonna take us down."
    She nods, but the look she gives me I do recognize. She don't believe me. She still thinks these Doyles are hot shit. They ain't. I haven't met one, but I can say they ain't as hot as my sisters. Hells yeah to the sister heat.
    All strapped down and walking in the middle of the tunnel, since there's no stream in this one, and it only takes us about ten minutes to make it a mile. We let the flares go dead so we aren't spotted by any guards and move as quiet as mice. Or rats. We're in a sewer, so we're rats. Although, Froggy Girl says it's a storm drain tunnel, but that's just a fancy sewer for rain water, right? Right.
    There are cracks of light from somewhere, so the tunnel ain't all dark. One foot in front of the other, careful steps, is how we go. All it takes is a twig snap, and if there are guards, they'll know someone's down here. Shit echoes in empty tunnels.
    The cracks of light are coming from an alcove on our left side. Steph steps to it and lifts her carbine. She has a nice M-4 that's tricked out. The great thing about the Stronghold being in Boulder is we have a few military bases within driving distance to pillage. Yeah, other folks had the same idea, but not many of them made it very far inside. Too many Zs stuck behind those chain-link fences.
    But us? Yeah, we can get in and out without a problem. That means tricked out M-4s and a fine Barrett. I don't have an M-4, it's not my style. I do have a nice Sig Sauer P220 Combat .45 with a threaded barrel.