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and let the Humvee circle for protection?”
    “Stick with the plan, girlie!” Terri says loudly, with a full-fledged slur.
    She is not the boss of me. Just because she has contacts in the outside world does not mean she gets to be in charge. When we get out of the car, I am seriously going to have words with her.
    “Well, I think someone needs to stay with the Humvee,” I insist. “There’s a chance that we could outsmart ourselves. If someone is watching the square, they could watch us park and leave and then just come take everything, including the Humvee. Then what are we going to do?”
    “How many tactical operations threads have you read? Do you have any idea about proven strategies for engaging with unidentified contacts? I’m a professional, sweetheart, leave the thinking to me.” Terri’s slur is most obvious on the word “professional.”
    She is not a professional—she plays one online. It doesn’t matter how heated a thread gets or the credentials of one of the posters; the moderator is there to keep it civil, not validate content.
    I can’t help but get snippy. “Are there any threads about being flexible when it comes to planning? How about ‘adapt or die’? Does that sound familiar? Reading about tactics doesn’t make you an expert on them.”
    The guys are all silent while Terri and I argue. Cowards.
    “Careful princess,” she snarls. “There are more than enough threads for me to know what militant groups do with pretty girls. It’ll probably be a typical Saturday night for you, except these guys won’t buy you dinner.”
    “Fuck you Terri.”
    “Yeah, fuck you Terri,” Jaden chimes in.
    “I’ll offer up both your asses. A virgin and a whore. We’ll cover the whole spectrum of wackos.”
    “Hey. We’re supposed to be together,” Patrick snaps at us. “Both of you shut up and look out your windows for anything that seems suspicious.”
    “Now you’re going to speak up?” I demand.
    Patrick turns and looks at me with laser beams.
    “Shut up and let her pass out,” he says, whispering so softly I have to read his lips.
    At least Patrick has noticed her drinking. I could have gone for a little more support, but this is better than nothing.
    “I can’t see from back here. Can I climb up into the turret to look or is there a thread against that?” I ask with a lowered tone, but definitely loud enough for Terri to hear.
    “No.” Patrick crushes my initiative.
    Patrick looks back to Tucker who meets his gaze immediately. They nod at each other and Tucker climbs up into the gun turret.
    I don’t need to be coddled and protected, but I also don’t know how to use the machine gun. Having Tucker up there probably makes more sense, but it still makes me angry.
    As we approach Independence Hall Todd visibly tenses. Out Patrick’s window is a hotel and a street sign that reads “Chestnut St.” Todd must see something, so I move over and lean forward to look out his window. He’s less accommodating than Patrick and gives me no room to get a better look.
    There are bodies all over the ground. None of them appear to be reanimated, which means they’ve each had a brain trauma. Did this happen before or after the undead rose? The crows picking at the flesh don’t seem to care when it happened.
    Confirmed brain trauma requires specific one-on-one attention. A spray of bullets did not kill these people; they were targeted and taken out. It’s in keeping with the claim that the city was secured, but why not clean them up?
    The people we’re hoping to meet are well-trained at either marksmanship or hand-to-hand combat. Or both. If we’re lucky, they are military or former military and will keep us safe until we get to somewhere even safer.

Parker
Chapter 5
    The world has gone mad. A cult of cannibals, large enough to take over the city of Philadelphia, are attacking and eating people in plain sight. There are more people supporting this action than fighting against it.
    With no