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drop him off,” Dax replied shaking his head.
    I came over and tapped him on the arm and took one of the knives.
    “Nice touch with the bandana, man, but I think that’s Rambo, dude, not Crocodile Dundee,” I said.
    “What can I say, I like to mix it up.”
    Once we were all geared up, one by one we thanked Benjamin. Somehow I sensed we would see him again. He told us to wait while he made sure the coast was clear. We were downstairs when we heard his foot tap twice indicating it was all good to go. I was the last one out. I pulled down the metal shutters and glanced up at the small hole. I gave a short nod and then we took off.
    At least now we felt prepared for whatever came our way. We had eaten well, and with our bellies full and plenty of ammo, we made our way through the back streets of the city. Benjamin had marked out two routes just in case one of them didn’t work out.
    “So we’ll make our way to the CDC and stop at that radio station on the way.”
    “What are you hoping to find, Dax?” Izzy asked. She obviously was unconvinced by his leadership skills.
    “Maybe they left a note. I don’t know.”
    “You don’t know? I wish we had just stayed. I think Benjamin was right. We are risking our lives right now for what?” Izzy asked.
    Dax spun around to Izzy. “You want to hole up inside there like him? That’s no way to live. We need to find these safe zones.”
    “And what if there aren’t any? Huh?”
    Izzy just shook her head and pushed by him. Dax grabbed her by the arm.
    “Get off, Dax, I mean it.”
    Dax stared at her.
    “Dax,” I said. Then as if snapping out of it, he let her go.
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    A s we turned into an alley we came to a halt. The dead were all over the place. Halfway up there was a turn to the right. That was our exit. But there were at least twenty shuffling around in the alley.
    “Lock and load,” Dax said.
    “Don’t you mean load and lock?” Specs tried to correct Dax. It didn’t go over well.
    “Time to see if these shrimps slice up well,” Baja took out two jagged-edged bowie knives.
    “Dude, we aren’t getting through them with knives,” I said.
    I raised my shotgun and one by one started unloading rounds into the Z’s. They dropped like flies. Each of us moved forward, while Baja and Specs covered our backs. Ralphie was meant to keep an eye on the roofs above. We moved as one tight formation. We had no idea if and when gang members would show up. But if they were going to find us, it would be now. We were making plenty of noise. On top of all of that, we were attracting even more Z’s.
    “How we doing?” Specs yelled.
    “Nearly there.”
    The plan was to pull in two of the dumpsters behind us as we got into the alley to decrease the amount of Z’s that would get through. What we didn’t bank on when making that right turn was coming face-to-face with another horde. The entire alley was packed. There was no way we were going to make it.
    “We need to get the hell off the ground!” I yelled.
    Unfortunately, there was no fire escape. The nearest one was further down.
    “What do we do?” Specs asked.
    “Specs, Baja, grab those dumpsters and move them forward,” Jess yelled, taking charge.
    All of the alleyways in the city had these large metal dumpsters where all the trash was thrown out. Some of them were partially empty, but most were filled to the brim. Many of the black trash bags were stacked up against the sides. The whole alley stunk like the back end of a cow’s dirty ass. Z’s snarled and moaned like filthy animals. Several of the fast ones had managed to break through the group. One knocked Jess to the ground. I would have helped her but we were all trying to keep back the surge that felt like an ocean’s tide pushing up against a shore. At this rate we were going to blow through all the ammo we had in a matter of minutes.
    I turned to see Jess stabbing the grotesque beast in the eye. Blood spewed over her face. Thick globs ran down her cheeks