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push my hands forward, but the car holds steady.
    Time’s up.
    I close my eyes, waiting for the inevitable kill shot. The sound of a gunshot in my ear causes them to ring loudly.
    In the Camaro, the driver’s head slumps over to the side, spraying blood onto the passenger. The car swerves sharply off of the side of the road and into the woods. I look over at Nancy in amazement, the gun still smoking in her hands.
    “Looked like your magic needed a little help,” she says.
    I nod and sit back in the seat. “You get your wish,” I said tapping Sara on the head.
    “What do you mean?”
    “I’m finally gonna get rid of this ole clunker.”

 
     
     
     
     
     
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    Sara does the smart thing by staying on the highway until we get deep into Nal’s territory. We can’t risk stopping anywhere close to the north side of town. There’s no way for us to know how far Duncan’s reach is at this point in the game.
    She pulls into the emergency room entrance and brings the car to a stop. Lucky for us, she has that part of the equation down. She honks the horn while I get out of the car to open Nancy’s door.
    It doesn’t take long for two nurses to come out with both a bed and a wheelchair. I guess they didn’t know what they were dealing with. Once they see Nancy, the one pushing the wheelchair rolls it out of the way and helps the other get Nancy into place.
    “Gunshot wound,” I say knowing they were about to ask. They nod and push the bed into the EMT entrance leaving us to take the other door into the sick ward.
    I hate hospitals. My wife said it was a guy thing, but I know plenty of guys who spent every available opportunity in one. Not the guys who you would expect either. It’s amazing that one guy can bungee jump, jarring his body into positions that it was never meant to be in, and come into work the following Monday without a single problem. But, another can throw out his back by kicking back in his recliner as he prepares for his normal weekend Netflix marathon.
    I fall squarely in the first camp, although I try to avoid the scary shit. I always felt that if I rushed off to a doctor every time I so much as stubbed my toe, I would spend every waking moment in a hospital. Given how much they like to charge an hour just to have their assistants take your blood pressure, that wasn’t ever going to be something I could afford. Instead, I learned to survive on a steady diet of Ibuprofen and a large dose of ‘deal with it.’
    I walk up to the nurses’ station and ask them to keep me informed about her condition. I know they won’t let me stay with her for now, because they still believe they need to follow the old HIPAA guidelines that should have went out the door the second the Rising hit. There were already sixty percent fewer people in the world to tell your health problems to and even fewer legitimate employers asking things they shouldn’t be. But, whatever, Nancy is in good hands now.
    “You think they can patch her up?” Sara sits down, grabbing an old dusty copy of Women’s World off the table next to her.
    “She’ll be fine, might need to fix her boob job though.” Getting shot in the chest does that when you sport a pair of double e’s. I sit down in a chair facing Sara. I would normally sit next to her, but I don’t want to watch the flow of patients any more than I have to. I cause so many nasty injuries that I try to avoid looking at them when I can.
    “How long have you known Nancy?” She pokes her eyes just over the magazine at me. This isn’t a game I want to play, but something tells me it’s going to happen anyways.
    “Three years. I started working for Nal a few months before. Civilization was just starting to get back to the new normal. He was having trust issues with some guys on the outer side of his territory, so he had me go out and make an example out of them.” He made me take their replacements out with me, just so they knew what was coming if