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says.
“Oh, I thought we had,” I say. “My bad.”
“Missouri is close,” Stuart says. “Which is another reason to stop soon. Once we hit the true plains, then we’ll be sitting ducks. We need to have as much gear as possible, and all of our ducks in a row.”
“It’s easier to get ducks in a row when they are sitting,” I say.
“Hush,” Stella says.
“Mt. Vernon is also high ground for the area,” Lourdes says. “There’s a lot of water and swamp land around, so it’ll make it harder for Z herds to get to us, and we’ll also have a better view if crazies decide to make a play.”
“This sounds like we’re going to be there a while,” I say. I look over at Critter because I know he will not bullshit me. “Crit? What’s up?”
“Winter, Short Pork, that’s what’s up,” Critter says. “Travelin’ is one thing, travelin’ across the plains in the middle of winter is a whole other.”
I look at Stuart. “So, when you meant getting our ducks in a row, you were talking about springtime ducks, weren’t you?”
“If needed,” Stuart says. “Maybe the winter storms won’t be so bad, and we can leave around February. But you saw how long it took to get from Cannibal Road to here. More than a month, Jace. We won’t last a month in the plains, not with how things are going. We’re down to five RVs, and we’ve lost a shit ton of people already. And that’s without a blizzard nipping at our asses.”
We all let that settle for a second. The plan from the start has been to get to Kansas City first, verify if it is a dead zone like Kramer says, then move on to Colorado and The Stronghold. The faster we get there, the more people we’ll have left to even make it worth it. We aren’t doing so hot so far.
Oh, and there is one more thing…
“What about the sisters?” I ask. “Kramer is pretty sure they are now under Camille’s control.”
“We’ll stand a better chance of defending ourselves if we can dig in,” Lourdes says. “Stuart and I have talked about this. We’ll lose a lot more people if they catch us out in the open.”
“But we’ll have a better shot at escaping,” I say. “If we are dug in, like you two say, then we are pretty much trapping ourselves.”
“Jace, they are the professionals,” Stella says. “The reason Lourdes is in charge is because of situations just like this. And Stuart has more years as a Marine than almost all the PCs combined.”
“Jesus, Stella, how old do you think I am?” Stuart grumbles.
“I spent a bit of time with an M16 in my hand, ya know,” Critter says. “And for the damn record, I was put in charge of this group of morons, even though I tried to turn it down and you dumbshits wouldn’t let me.”
“I’ll take the job,” Rafe smiles.
“I’d rather Boyd was in charge than a canny like you,” Critter replies.
Everyone laughs. I don’t get it.
I really wish someone would tell me who the fuck this Boyd guy is instead of everyone always saying that I know who this Boyd guy is. I do not know who this Boyd guy is. I will swear that now. I. Do. Not. Know. Who. This. Boyd. Guy. Is.
“Listen, Short Pork, I don’t feel so great about hiding like a bunch of scared ducks,” Critter says.
“What’s with the duck metaphors?” Charlie asks.
“But,” Critter sighs. “The lady soldier here has pretty much shown she knows how to keep us alive.”
“Most of us,” Greta says.
“Which is why I think we should listen to her, and Stuart, too, since he’s jabbering the same thing, and get us to that courthouse,” Critter says. “I do have one stipulation, though.”
“Which is?” Lourdes asks.
“If we get there, and things ain’t as rosy as they should be, then we bust ass and keep movin’,” Critter replies.
“There is no way to quantify ‘rosy’, Critter,” Lourdes says.
“I think we’ll know it when we see it,” Stuart says. “I hear where you’re coming from, Crit. If our guts say to keep
“Oh, I thought we had,” I say. “My bad.”
“Missouri is close,” Stuart says. “Which is another reason to stop soon. Once we hit the true plains, then we’ll be sitting ducks. We need to have as much gear as possible, and all of our ducks in a row.”
“It’s easier to get ducks in a row when they are sitting,” I say.
“Hush,” Stella says.
“Mt. Vernon is also high ground for the area,” Lourdes says. “There’s a lot of water and swamp land around, so it’ll make it harder for Z herds to get to us, and we’ll also have a better view if crazies decide to make a play.”
“This sounds like we’re going to be there a while,” I say. I look over at Critter because I know he will not bullshit me. “Crit? What’s up?”
“Winter, Short Pork, that’s what’s up,” Critter says. “Travelin’ is one thing, travelin’ across the plains in the middle of winter is a whole other.”
I look at Stuart. “So, when you meant getting our ducks in a row, you were talking about springtime ducks, weren’t you?”
“If needed,” Stuart says. “Maybe the winter storms won’t be so bad, and we can leave around February. But you saw how long it took to get from Cannibal Road to here. More than a month, Jace. We won’t last a month in the plains, not with how things are going. We’re down to five RVs, and we’ve lost a shit ton of people already. And that’s without a blizzard nipping at our asses.”
We all let that settle for a second. The plan from the start has been to get to Kansas City first, verify if it is a dead zone like Kramer says, then move on to Colorado and The Stronghold. The faster we get there, the more people we’ll have left to even make it worth it. We aren’t doing so hot so far.
Oh, and there is one more thing…
“What about the sisters?” I ask. “Kramer is pretty sure they are now under Camille’s control.”
“We’ll stand a better chance of defending ourselves if we can dig in,” Lourdes says. “Stuart and I have talked about this. We’ll lose a lot more people if they catch us out in the open.”
“But we’ll have a better shot at escaping,” I say. “If we are dug in, like you two say, then we are pretty much trapping ourselves.”
“Jace, they are the professionals,” Stella says. “The reason Lourdes is in charge is because of situations just like this. And Stuart has more years as a Marine than almost all the PCs combined.”
“Jesus, Stella, how old do you think I am?” Stuart grumbles.
“I spent a bit of time with an M16 in my hand, ya know,” Critter says. “And for the damn record, I was put in charge of this group of morons, even though I tried to turn it down and you dumbshits wouldn’t let me.”
“I’ll take the job,” Rafe smiles.
“I’d rather Boyd was in charge than a canny like you,” Critter replies.
Everyone laughs. I don’t get it.
I really wish someone would tell me who the fuck this Boyd guy is instead of everyone always saying that I know who this Boyd guy is. I do not know who this Boyd guy is. I will swear that now. I. Do. Not. Know. Who. This. Boyd. Guy. Is.
“Listen, Short Pork, I don’t feel so great about hiding like a bunch of scared ducks,” Critter says.
“What’s with the duck metaphors?” Charlie asks.
“But,” Critter sighs. “The lady soldier here has pretty much shown she knows how to keep us alive.”
“Most of us,” Greta says.
“Which is why I think we should listen to her, and Stuart, too, since he’s jabbering the same thing, and get us to that courthouse,” Critter says. “I do have one stipulation, though.”
“Which is?” Lourdes asks.
“If we get there, and things ain’t as rosy as they should be, then we bust ass and keep movin’,” Critter replies.
“There is no way to quantify ‘rosy’, Critter,” Lourdes says.
“I think we’ll know it when we see it,” Stuart says. “I hear where you’re coming from, Crit. If our guts say to keep
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