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turned, they were dismissed. Such a normal name for such a raunchy animal.  

    “This one is, she’s worth at least five cases, just her.” He gestured to me, his voice raised in an angry tone. “Look at her tits, have you seen her tits? And she’s young, probably ain’t even twenty-one yet. And you’ll get some work out of this one when she heals,” he pointed to Clara, “She’s pretty, just needs a little time on her back.”  

    Senior turned, his lips pulled back in a grimace, but enjoyment sparkled behind his gaze, he liked to barter. “Six, that’s it.”

    “Fine.” U2 nodded his head, but looked disappointed.  

    “Load ‘em up, Spider, and get these two citizens out of my sight.” He dismissed U1 and U2 with a wave of his hand and turned back to the party going on at the counter. He sauntered up to the counter, grabbed the girl’s ass, all up in the crack, leaned over, snorted something up his nose and turned back to face us.  

    “I’m claiming this one as my property,” he declared as he pointed to me. “You hear that bitch, you belong to me? What I say, you do it, or I give you up for a gang. You know what that means?”  

Fifteen | Useful Eco-Friendly Dead People
    ZACH
    The camps along Highway 90 led from elitist vacation homes to industrial enterprises and then to extremely poor areas in the blink of an eye. I knew the area the kid spoke of, Blake and I had done some work for a contractor in the area before Z hit.  

    If the camp couldn’t be seen from the highway though, it posed a challenge.  

    “We should take to the water.” I pulled the SUV we were in over to the side of the road. We were still in Venetian Isles, where every house had a boat in a slip behind the house. We could go aquatic in a snap.

    “Something small that we can row if it requires silence,” Blake said and I agreed with him.

    We exited our vehicle and I drew my weapon, affixing the silencer onto its end for stealth.  

    The neighborhood was posh, large houses towering over us on raised pilings. They were right next door to each other though, giving the impression of an actual neighborhood instead of the usual fishing camps, which were separated by a good expanse of marsh and took up a few acres.  

    Custom dredged canals fed through the neighborhood, following the winding streets and giving the houses a sense of living in a marina instead of a suburb. The first two houses had large boats, raised out of the water on their lifts. We couldn’t use these.  

    We hit pay dirt at the next house, finding a few jet skis that ran on electric power. Their charges were about halfway full, which would give us a good 2 hours at max on them if we didn’t push them too hard. The fact that they were the new electric kind would keep the sound down and allow us to get close to the shoreline without being heard.  

    “Rich eco-friendly people sure prove useful in the apocalypse,” Blake laughed as we pushed the things into the water and climbed aboard.  

    “Too bad they probably died in their Prius out on I-10,” I responded.  

    “It says this thing can go up to 50 miles per hour, damn, I want to keep mine. If we could hook it up to a solar power this would be perfect for clean-up.”

    “Keep your head in the game,” I hissed, knowing my comment was unfair, but I wasn’t in the mood to hear Blake rattle on about a cool new toy. These were to get us to the big yellow camp, anything else was lagniappe.  

    “My head is in the game, dickhead,” he shot back, but got quiet after, which is all I wanted. I had no idea what kind of people we were dealing with. They seemed to be sloppy, but I didn’t want to underestimate them. If I made one more mistake we could lose Alexis forever.  

    We pulled out of Venetian Isles’ private waterways and into the lake, hugging the shoreline and heading west. The sun was still high in the sky, beating down on my back. I was dressed in full battle dress, which didn’t