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killing anything ever again.”
    Terry jumped up on the hood of Dusty’s truck, held up his hands, and yelled. “Sorry, folks! Bad planning on my part. We just got back from Tullahoma, and...”
    He saw nods in the crowd, and people immediately turned back to whatever they were doing before he showed up in his rolling horror show. Apparently, that’s all they needed for explanation. Everyone knew Tullahoma was off limits to regular folks.
    “You need to get that thing out of here, Terry. Now!” Dusty pointed in the direction of the community.”
    “Yes, sir. Sorry.” Terry hopped into the cab and started the engine before he even settled in his seat. Seth was right behind him. The diesel roared as he backed up and accelerated out of the town square.
    “Damn, I never even thought...” Terry told Seth.
    “Me neither. I guess Big Bertha just seems untouchable.” Seth replied.
    “I wonder how we can get her clean.”
    “Oh, we can head out to the shop. It’s below the water pickup, and they have a big pump and hose on the bottom lake.”
    “Ok, sounds like a plan. Not that I’m looking forward to it.” Terry said.
    “Jesus, no. That’s nasty.”
    Terry realized that the Manchester town square was every bit as unnerving as Tullahoma. He had a new case of the jitters.
    Twenty minutes later, they had Big Bertha parked behind the community’s workshop, on the edge of the lowest of three manmade lakes. Terry had followed Seth’s directions past the normal west gate entrance, and circled out near Kirk’s house in the woods, to take a red gravel road down to the water. Knowing the typical speed of rumor in Teeny Town, it was a good bet the literally everyone knew about the bloody armored truck by now, and sure enough, a few of the guard showed up to see for themselves.
    Rob, one of Terry’s teammates from Nashville, showed up along with two young men Terry had not met. “Holy mother!” Rob shouted. “What happened to ya’ll?”
    “Cannibals.” Terry replied. He was distracted with the brass valve on the end of the hose. Mr. Hall had helped them set up the pump and had left as quickly as he could.
    “Yeah. Insane, filthy, mutant, rock-throwing, Tullahoma cannibals.” Seth added.
    “You went to Tullahoma?” Rob asked, rhetorically. “You got off easy.”
    “As you can see, my friend. It wasn’t all that easy.” Seth said.
    “Well, that depends on whether you still have all your toes.” Rob smirked. “Cannibals love toes. They’re just like early potatoes for those people.”
    “Well, that explains why you run so slow. Voice of experience , I reckon.” Seth shot back.
    “Hey, I hate to interrupt your man-flirting, but does anyone know how to turn this thing on?” Terry asked.
    Seth walked over, and took the nozzle from Terry. He flipped a small safety catch underneath, and pulled back the main lever. “Just like that!” Seth shouted over the loud hiss of the high pressure hose. “Watch this!” he turned the hose upward at a steep angle, shooting the high-volume stream all the way across the small lake. He watched the water splatter on the far shore for a few satisfying seconds, and redirected the stream straight onto Big Bertha. Where the water struck, the truck was instantly clean. Unfortunately, half of the filth ricocheted back toward the men. As the first gory droplets struck, they ran out of range. This retreat included Seth, who dropped the hose, as he sprinted away. The hose was now a huge angry snake, flailing at random around the yard. The nozzle could have easily killed if it struck someone on the head. Terry got the first good idea of the afternoon when he ran to the pump and shut down its motor. The snake died, twitching and bleeding water on the grass.
    “Ok. Let’s try that again. Hit it at an angle this time, Big Guy.”
    Soon, the water was sheeting rapidly across the heavy steel armor, and the gore was washing away in a thin red shower.  Seth washed for a long time after