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filled with intelligent zombies."
    "I'll figure it out," Tosha said. "I'm in a good mood, so I'll tell you what… get in your SUV without funny business and we'll simply step away."
    "I like that. I can live with it." Cowboy smiled. "But someday you and I are goin' to have a proper date, little lady. I have a weakness for redheads."
    "I won't say it again… go away."
    The other man nodded and put his hands down slowly. "We'll meet again, Red. I'm sure of it."
    Tosha was waiting for one of them to do something stupid. She casually took a step back so she could dive behind the van if she had to get away.
    But both men turned and walked back to the SUV.
    "Wait," Tosha called out.
    Both men turned and looked at her.
    "I know you," she said and pointed at the other man. "Where have I seen you before?"
    He smiled and shrugged. "I'm not sure. I'm not originally from around here. Ever been to Upstate New York?"
    "I'm from Harrisburg. I've never been that far north. But I know you from somewhere," Tosha said. She was starting to get an uneasy feeling. She was sure she'd seen him somewhere before, and not in a good place.
    He nodded to Cowboy and the two of them went to climb into the SUV. "Like I said, Red, I'll see you again. Soon. My name is Doug Conrad."
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Five
     
     
    Jeff Hurleson pulled over onto the side of the road and put his hand up, stopping his team. When he shut off his Harley, they all did the same. The five men dismounted and stretched their legs, keeping close to Jeff as they kept their eyes on the few zombies wandering around the parking lot to the flea market.
    "Haven't we been here before?" Claude asked, the oldest of the group. He'd been a member of Hell's Angels (according to him, at least) but Jeff only took him along because he was muscle, even in his late fifties. He was also a mean drunk and Jeff was hoping if any one of them found alcohol they'd keep it from Claude.
    "We've been in most places," Jeff said quietly. He pulled his baseball bat and sword from his makeshift holsters on his bike and stared at the destroyed flea market buildings. "But we need to keep checking. Maybe we missed something."
    "This is a waste of time," Claude said.
    Jeff casually pointed the sword at Claude. "I'm sorry but did I ask you what you'd rather do? Are you late for something better? Got a hot date? I'm in charge and don't forget it. We go in and we try to find something we can use. We have one hour. Then we move down I-95 toward Port Orange."
    "We've picked Port Orange clean as well," Claude said. "I say we shoot down  further south and see what we can find."
    "And we will. Eventually. Right now we do what I say." Jeff looked at the other three men with them and they looked away, knowing if anyone else said a word he'd be even more pissed. Claude just didn't get it. He wanted so badly to be the leader, but he didn't have the blessing of the Lich Lord behind him. Of course, Claude also whispered about rising up and killing the Lich Lord, as if that would help them. The old guy just didn't get it.
    There were a few zombies that had spotted the group and they would slowly be surrounded, but Jeff wasn't worried. A horde coming at them would be very bad, but they hadn't seen a mass of them in weeks, especially once the intelligent ones started arriving.
    "Someone take out the zombies and keep our bikes safe," Jeff said and his eyes fell on Claude. "I'll leave it to you."
    "I want to go inside and explore," Claude said. "I don't want the grunt work. Bryan always gets the cleanup jobs."
    Bryan, the smallest of the group as well as youngest at barely twenty, looked away at the open slight.
    "Bryan is coming with me," Jeff said. "You'll do as you're told, or I'll let the Lich Lord know you didn't think his plans were good enough."
    "You think he scares me? One bullet to the head will end him… same as anyone," Claude said, but Jeff could see he