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let a lot of people down, got a lot of people killed. I can’t take that back, and to be honest, I’m not apologizing for it. I didn’t kill them myself. It has opened up my eyes though. I think I see now. I see it’s impossible to live with a group. This world just doesn’t allow it. There are too many people to watch, to think about; too many that need protecting. I should be concentrating on my own family. It’s easier to be alone. You don’t have to worry about anything or anyone. You’ve got it right, Bishop, just you and your horse, Black Jack. You’re better off that way.”
    Bishop let out a small laugh. “I don’t know about that, friend. If you take that attitude, then what’s the point in going on? You want to spend the rest of your life alone, without friends, without support, or help, or someone to come home to? You need more than Dakota. When all this was just a bad dream, when you still had a job and a real life, did you lock yourself away with her? Did you close yourself off from the world, not interact? I’m sure you had more than just Dakota in your life. What about Janey? I heard you say something about her last night? You can’t shut yourself away from the world. By all means, have your guard up, but don’t try and convince yourself that everyone out there is an asshole.
    “I don’t see this as the end of the world. Nothing of the sort. It’s just a reboot; a fresh start for those that are strong enough and brave enough to make it. You just have to be wiser. Don’t rush headlong into situations you can’t control. There ain’t no law and order anymore. No cops. No jury. Not even a pretty young thing in a miniskirt standing outside of Walmart waiting to ask my opinion about chocolate milk or the latest country we invaded. No sir, the end of times meant the end of our way of life. There’s good and bad to that. Mostly bad. Let’s be honest, as shitty as things were, they weren’t as bad as they are now. Once things changed, though, once I lost Annalise and I sorted my head out, I saw a hell of a lot of people around who, quite frankly, didn’t deserve to be. Got me to thinking that maybe someone should make a stand.”
    Bishop cleared his throat before continuing. He had Jonas’s undivided attention. Black Jack was standing placidly by the fence, calmly looking around at the rising sun, and Bishop felt good. He was pleased Jonas was going to pull through. Getting through the night was important. He and Dakota seemed like good folk. They had gotten themselves into a messy situation though.
    “I talk to Annalise quite a bit now, but the first time I truly listened to her was a good few months back now. I had a run in with a chap who I left to die. I could’ve helped him but I didn’t. I can’t do much for him now except listen when she tells me things, and make sure I do my best to help people get where they’re going. After my encounter with this man, I was looking for a new place to stay, and this young couple helped me. They took me into their home. Real nice it was; fortified, strong, and apparently safe. The husband had a basement full of canned food. Turns out they were preparing for world war three. Smart move. I was pretty beat up, so I didn’t ask too many questions, and they never questioned me. Pays not to be too nosy sometimes. The wife was the sweetest woman you ever met, real cute. She gave me such a good meal, that I never stopped to ask questions. I went with it. Couldn’t believe my luck. I guess, like you, I was naïve. So they cleaned me up, fed me, and let me get a good night’s sleep without asking for a cent in return. The next morning I woke and found they’d shot through. Disappeared. Funny, huh? So I took a look around their place and found they had an extension built out over the back yard, a sleep-out of some sort.
    “They’d got three kids tied up back there. Shit. They were…well I had to put ‘em out of their misery. I couldn’t let ‘em