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houses and shambling zombies from the hospital and several I hadn’t seen before. None paid us any attention, to them I was one of them and so was George, even though we were different in many ways.
    Cannon had made me into a weapon but I had no urge to kill them. If they were attacking someone, I probably would, but that was a decision I couldn’t make at this time.
    The streets were silent, save a few shuffling feet from zombies or George, though he could move lightning fast when needed. The stars above were bright and the yellow moon was in harvest mode, providing much needed light on these dark streets.
    We walked along the middle of the road.
    A gunshot rang out behind us and I heard the rev of an engine and a group of young men whooping and cheering. Several shots rang out before I grabbed George by the shoulder and pulled him to a neighboring house. We squatted behind a white picket fence.
    The truck pulled up a few feet from us. A rotting zombie woman was tied to the hood. These assholes got around. The zombie was a different one from when I had last seen them. This one was blonde, but unlike the others, it was rotting. Grey splotches covered her skin and her fingers had pieces missing—whether it was before or after she met these fuckheads, I had no idea.
    All the zombies were headed for the truck, the sound attracting them. A couple of times, George stood up but I grabbed him and held him in place.
    Those boys were good shots. Bodies were dropping all around them. Each shot went to the head and through the head, ripping skull and brain matter over the road and advancing zombies. As a well-oiled unit, they dropped their spent weapons and produced another handgun from the rear of their trousers.
    Gunfire echoed through the streets.
    “ Not the brunette!” one shouted. “She’s fresh.”
    A red-headed guy stopped firing and ran to the ‘fresh’ zombie in a nurse’s uniform. He kicked her legs out from under her. From his jacket pocket, he pulled out a gag-ball, climbed on top of the zombie’s back, pinning her to the ground. He masterly set the gag-ball and tightened the strap around her head. The ex-nurse was lying motionless. He handcuffed her ankles and climbed off and returned to firing.
    Several shots later, all guns fell silent. There were more zombies much further up the road. The four guys started reloading.
    “ Russ,” red hair said, “we need to move on.”
    “ No worries, Trev.” He looked to the other guys, “One of you fucks wanna replace the bitch.”
    “ You do it, Chevy.”
    “ It’s your turn,” Russ said.
    “ But I’m first this time.”
    Russ looked at him. “Fine, ‘fast’ Harry, you’re first.”
    Chevy walked up to the hood. The strapped down zombie growled. He blew her brains out.
    George pushed me. I glared at him. “It’s time to end this shit?” He nodded and I agreed. But we needed a plan. They were fully loaded and two guys were stripping the nurse and dragging her to the hood. They all had their backs to us, intent on binding her correctly.
    “ Shit, this one looks like she died just hours ago,” Russ said.
    She did, I thought and stood up. I had no plan but there was no way I was going to let them harm one of my own. I kept the Rage at bay. George rushed past me and, with speed I’d seen in the hospital, he charged the four guys, not uttering a word or a growl. I dropped my rucksack, M-16 and Glock.
    George grabbed Harry in a bear hug, twirled him around and slammed him into the ground. He bit into the guy’s neck. Blood arched out of the wound. He rolled the body over on top of him. Seconds later, shots fired out. Each bullet slammed into Harry.
    Meanwhile, I had run around the back of the truck and untied the nurse’s gag-ball. She had one arm free.
    Using the body as a shield, George got off the ground.
    The guys had stopped firing and were ordering the ‘dirty, filthy, dead fuck’ to release their buddy. One back stepped to the hood, unaware I was