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there.” Mara shuddered. “Look, you’re welcome to have a walk around the course, but I should go find Gabe. We have a lot to sort out today.”
    “For sure,” said Erik. “We’ll take a look around and come help you later.”
    Mara nodded and smiled, but Jonas felt as if it wasn’t sincere. Perhaps her encounter with the two drifters a couple of days back had her on edge, wary of strangers. It was understandable.
    “I’m going to take a shower, Hamsikker. I’ll see you later.” Mara looked at Jonas as she left. He wasn’t certain, but she definitely hadn’t been comfortable since finding out Erik was a cop.
    “If I didn’t know better, I’d say she has the hots for you,” said Erik.
    “That your expert opinion?”
    Erik shrugged. “Just thought I picked up on something. Something feels a little different about her. I don’t know.”
    “They seem fine, but we just have to be careful. They must be nervous having a bunch of strangers crashing their private party.”
    “Don’t think I haven’t forgotten they took our weapons too. I’ll have a word with Gabe about that later. I’d feel a lot better if I knew where they were,” said Erik. “Just in case.”
    Both of them started walking toward the TV tower, away from the clubhouse. Jonas was contemplating climbing it and taking a look over the fence. Would it make him feel any better knowing the dead were gathered there instead of just thinking they were? He decided it could wait. There was a lot to plan, and he needed to go and talk to Dakota. As they walked, Erik began humming a tune.
    “What is that?” asked Jonas. “That song you’re so badly humming. I think I know it.”
    “Oh, just a little something by the Boss. I took Pippa to see him last year. Man, he rocked.” Erik smiled and continued humming.
    “Wonder what he’s up to now,” mused Jonas. “You think he’s a bad-ass zombie killer or six feet under?”
    “Ain’t no question, Hamsikker. Springsteen is out there somewhere kicking some mother-fucking zombies back to mother-fucking hell.”
    Jonas laughed, and Erik joined in.
    “Shit, I remember listening to Springsteen when we were back in high school. He has longevity, I’ll give him that.”
    Erik nodded as their laughter died down. “What about Slash?”
    “You need to ask? Please,” said Jonas. “Zombie-killer all day long.”
    Erik clicked the roof of his mouth with his tongue while he thought. “Okay, I’ll go with that. How about the piano-man?”
    “Billy? He’s toast.” Jonas raised his hands in the air and shrugged. “Don’t blame me, I didn’t waste him.”
    “The Dixies?” asked Erik. “Those country chicks know how to handle themselves.”
    “Dead.”
    “Taylor?”
    “Deader.”
    “Kenny?”
    “Even deader. Don’t you watch the news, Erik? He went before this whole thing started. Shit, he’s probably back shuffling around looking for Dolly so he can take a nasty chunk out of her neck.”
    Jonas clacked his teeth together and stretched his arms out, mimicking taking a bite out of something. “I can see it now, his eyes all glazed over and his tongue hanging out while Dolly bats him away, still trying to apply some lipstick before he severs her jugular vein.”
    “Ha.” Erik laughed. “I guess the gambler lost in the end. What about all those action heroes? Remember those films we used to love? You ever think what they might be doing now?”
    Jonas drew in a breath. “Well, Arnold and Sly undoubtedly are dead. I mean, come on, what are they going to do, defend themselves with their pensions?”
    “Oh, tough call,” said Erik. “You know, I like to think John McClane is out there, picking off the bad guys, still kicking butt for us.”
    “You know who is still kicking butt?” asked Jonas.
    “Who?”
    “Bruce. He’s fought off an army of the dead already. This is a walk in the park for him.”
    “Bruce is indestructible, I’ll give you that. So who would win in a fight? Ash or