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McClane?”
    “Seriously?” Jonas rubbed his jaw. “No. There’s no way they would fight each other. More likely they would join forces. Imagine that, the two of them side by side armed with a chainsaw and a magnum.”
    “Yippee-kay-ay,” said Erik.
    The two men laughed some more, and Jonas noticed the air was cooling as they talked. At one point Pippa came out to check on them, saying that Peter and Freya were having a wash, and she suggested Erik do the same. He shooed her back inside, promising that he was fine, and that they would wash later. It seemed like they finally had a chance to relax. Back when they were hiding in Erik’s place, there was no time for idle chatter or friendly reminiscing. It had been about survival back then. Jonas knew their future was uncertain, that this peace probably wouldn’t last forever, but he wanted to enjoy it while he could. For all their talk, they never covered anything serious, and Jonas knew he was going to have to bring it up. There was one thing eating away at him, and the sky was threatening rain. If he didn’t speak honestly with Erik now, he might not get time later. They reached a bunker, and Jonas sat down on the grass, inviting Erik to join him.
    “So what is it? You’re about as hard to read as Freya’s pop-up books. I can tell you’ve something on your mind, so get on with it.”
    “You’re too smart to be a cop, you know that?” Jonas sighed. “I just don’t know. It’s hard to decide what’s right and wrong anymore. I thought life was simple, but now…I’ve killed people Erik.
    “We all have, Hamsikker.”
    “No, not like you mean.”
    Erik frowned.
    “Back in Jeffersontown,” explained Jonas. “At the garage, when we were ambushed. Anna, Mary, and James were killed by the zombies, but Cliff…”
    “What about him?”
    Jonas looked down. He had to get it out, but he didn’t want to see Erik’s face when he told him. As much as he felt guilty for killing Cliff, he felt just as ashamed for letting his friend down. He didn’t want Erik to hate him or think less of him, but Jonas hated himself for what he’d done. He had to let it go, otherwise it would just eat him up.
    “I killed him,” said Jonas. As soon as the words were out of his head he couldn’t stop, and the rest came rushing out in a torrent of relief. “I was so mad. I was so fucking mad at him for setting us up like that. All I could feel was this anger building up inside of me. Then I saw his smug face as he stood over Mary’s body. He wasn’t sorry for what he did, not one bit. So, I beat him. I beat on him until Tyler pulled me off. I wanted to beat Cliff’s face in until he was broken. When his face was smashed in, I took Tyler’s gun, and I was going to put a bullet in his brain. I thought I’d better save the bullets though, so I took my axe and…  
    “Jesus Christ, I killed him, Erik. I mean he was messed up, but he could’ve lived. He could be with us now. What’s been going on since then, well, it screwed me up. That wasn’t me. My head was all over the place. You know that, right? At the garage, the things I saw, what happened there, just…”
    Jonas remembered his father’s body and how it had climbed out of the casket at the funeral. His father had been put down, too, except he was already dead. There was a difference. There was a big difference between taking down a zombie, and killing a man in cold-blood. Jonas wasn’t sure he would ever forget it. Somehow he had to forgive himself, though. He had to find a way to move on.
    “Get over it, Hamsikker,” said Erik plainly. He drew in a deep breath before continuing. “Cliff was a liability from day one. You had to make the call, I understand that. I don’t know if I would’ve done what you did, but you did it, and I’m in no place to pass judgment on you. Only He can do that, and He’ll wait until he’s good and ready. I for one am pleased you’re around.”
    “That’s it?” asked Jonas,