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tied up to a wooden fence. Some way off in the distance was the burnt out remnants of the town of Munroe, its buildings reduced to rubble, its roads and sidewalks charred and scarred. Bishop had assured him there was nobody present, alive or dead, and it felt like they were truly alone. The morning sky was a perfectly clear blue, and Jonas patted the side of the airplane.
    “Sure is a big beast,” he said, impressed at just how large it was when he was standing so close to it. Jonas ran his hand along the smooth grey aluminum. Its flying days were over, and the landing gear was buried somewhere in the ground, but the plane was largely intact, and in good condition. It looked like it had landed on its belly, and Jonas was quite sure they were nowhere near an airport. It appeared as if the plane had come to rest in the middle of nowhere. “I’m guessing it’s a 747. How on Earth did you end up here?”
    Bishop smiled. “I found it, simple as that. I was looking for a place to spend the night a few months back, and just as the stars were coming out I was getting ready to give up. I thought me and Black Jack would be spending the night out in the open again, which wasn’t the most reassuring of thoughts. So I looked around, and I saw the setting sun just bounce off this thing. I checked it out, and lucky for me it was empty.”
    “No sign of anyone at all? No zombies strapped in their seats? Nothing?”
    “No, sir, it was nice and quiet, just how I like it. I figure they ditched it here and everyone left. Don’t know whether they meant to or not, but I guess the folks on board weren’t sticking around. The hull’s intact, apart from a break in the mid-section, so it’s pretty secure at night. I can draw the shutters down so even at night I can light candles without worrying about being seen. No one much ventures out here, so I’m on my own by and large.”
    Jonas scanned the horizon again. Bishop seemed to think they were clear of danger, but it still felt unreal, being able to stand out in the open and not having to watch out for zombies. “What about Lukas? How does he fit into all of this?”
    Bishop came closer and dragged a couple of suitcases with him. He sat down, and Jonas sat down beside him. “Lukas won’t be with me forever. I found him a couple of weeks back on the fringe of Rockford. Such a shame what happened to that place. After the tornado of 2015 it had only just got back on its feet, and then this. The town suffered badly. There was a war there between the living and the dead, and nobody won. The whole area was decimated. The military, in their wisdom, decided to carpet bomb the whole area. Now there’s not so much as a blade of grass left.
    “Lukas was in pretty poor shape. Poor kid had been through a lot. Getting out of Chicago took a lot out of him, and he lost a lot of friends. I’m just making sure he gets strong enough to carry on like you. I’m lucky enough to be able to be in a position to help, so why wouldn’t I? There’s enough shit going on without me adding to people’s problems.”
    “What about family? You been out here all this time on your own?” asked Jonas.
    Bishop scuffed his feet in the dirt as he answered. “Not at first. I had Annalise with me. She’s still with me, God bless, just not in the same way. We ran into some trouble. Some folks picked us up after the dead started coming out of Chicago, and we thought we were going to a safe house. They told me they could protect us. It was a small military group, about half a dozen of them, so we went along. I should’ve listened to my gut. Things were bad for a while there, but I managed to turn things around. Anyway, if I can help people on their way, then I do. When I saw you and your wife left like that, there was no way I was going to leave you too.”
    “Thanks for that. It’s fair to say we were fooled too. Ran into some people we thought would help us, but turned out we were wrong. I was wrong. My naiveté