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think a parking lot BJ will be the end of it? They have the guns and all the power,” Cupcake whispers emphatically.
    “I don’t see any men in the windows. This isn’t a shelter; it’s a prison or a work camp. Not the kind where men do the hard work either,” Parker says. He’s not interested in staying.
    “So we leave these women to suffer and do nothing about it?” I ask.
    Being the group that saves people during the zombie apocalypse wouldn’t be the worst way to be remembered.
    Why is it that perverts and psychopaths are the ones who survived the end of the world? With our little group of good guys being the obvious exception, of course. Do we get to keep the title of good guys if we abandon these women here with this lunatic?

 
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Chapter 5
     
     
    What the hell is she thinking? There’s really no discussion to have. This isn’t about sex or release; it’s about power and control. If getting him off was a one and done type of deal, I’d do it myself.
    “Get in the rig. We’re leaving,” I order my crew.
    “Wait. What about the women in there? Are we just going to leave them?” McLean asks incredulously.
    I turn and look at the building. In the windows are several women looking down at us. The child I saw earlier has disappeared.
    But we are not rescuers.
    The scumbag was right that we have no training. Surviving out there against the zombies will be tough enough. Starting a fight against trained and armed humans holding a fortified building probably has even lower chances of survival.
    “That’s a good idea. My offer warrants a conversation—just don’t tire out your mouth, pretty one,” the scumbag arrogantly calls over to us.
    His words drip with evil and set my blood to boiling.
    “Remember that girl from Arkansas or something? She loved sucking dick,” Tucker adds, a totally irrelevant thought.
    “She was from Oklahoma,” Cupcake says, correcting Tucker on his pointless stroll down memory lane.
    “It doesn’t matter. This guy is a lunatic,” I say, trying to stop the conversation.
    “Just sayin’, if someone might enjoy it, why not go for the win-win?” Tucker says as he bends his head in the direction of McLean.
    “No one would enjoy being raped at gunpoint,” McLean hisses at Tucker. “If I do anything, it’s so I have a chance to kill this bastard.”.
    We now live in a world where killing a senator is something the good guys do. I have no doubt that we are the good guys, but I’m starting to worry that we’re the only ones.
    “Let’s just leave. We didn’t ask for this and we don’t have the first clue of how to launch a rescue mission for those women in there. Even if we tried, it would probably wind up getting all of us killed,” I plead.
    This is why I didn’t want to be in charge. Whatever we decide is going to feel awful. Leave and I will feel bad for the women in there; fight and we will likely lose someone I already know and truly care about.
    “Come on sweetie, you could probably use the protein,” the pig calls out and his wingmen snicker.
    For some reason that is the comment that sends me past the point of no return. I want to fucking kill this asshole. He can suck on the end of my hockey stick if he thinks it’s that easy.
    “Laney, you stay here by the Humvee with Tucker,” I say and stare at her, hoping she understands how serious I am.
    For some odd reason, I suddenly feel like I am in love with her. She’s not just a friend or a sister like acquaintance. McLean is the reason I want to be good—or better.
    The timing for my revelation is way off. I’m flooded with confusion and certainty. Why now, I don’t get it? There is no doubt in my mind I would sacrifice every other person in the Humvee to keep her safe. Was that true in Philly as well?
    There was a hint of a plan in my head but now it’s getting lost in a fog of romantic fantasy: walking hand-in-hand on the beach, a quiet candlelight dinner and a long drive through the