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side, he knocked the thing off its feet. Raising the aluminum bat over his head with both hands, he planted a boot in the thing’s chest and brought the bat down hard. It took a few swings—Mike never ceased to be amazed at the strength of the human skull…it always looked so easy in the movies—and the thing’s head finally burst open, spilling its jelly-like contents. His hands buzzed, feeling like he was holding onto an electric fence that he couldn’t release.
    He glanced over at where Kevin was finishing off what might’ve once been a pretty girl of about sixteen. It was becoming more difficult to tell. She’d been tall, thin, and long-legged with straight brown hair that went halfway down her back. Her left arm was gone from just above the elbow, and there was a nasty rip at the base of her neck. Kevin drove his Buck knife into the temple and then pushed the body away as it slid off the blade.
    Heather stood a few feet from Kevin with her hands over her eyes. Mike scowled. That was going to get her killed. He got that she was young and scared. Still, closing your eyes when they were out in the open and exposed like this was a really bad idea.
    “Heather,” Mike whispered.
    “Huh?” The girl jumped. She lowered her hands, revealing her tear-filled eyes.
    Crap , Mike thought. “You knew her?”
    Heather nodded and walked up beside Kevin. Now that the killing was over, she could look down on the body. She knelt down and, with her leather glove-clad hand, closed the white-filmed, black-bloodshot eyes.
    “Her name was September Richards,” Heather said, her voice trembling slightly. “I saw her get attacked. One of those things had her around the waist…standing behind her. She screamed so loud. I couldn’t see too good, but I knew it had its face buried in her hair at the back of her neck. She managed to break free and got to her car. She got in, but the window was rolled down. Two more were at her car…reaching in, and I could hear her screaming. She pushed one out, but the other one grabbed her arm. It bit down and I heard September scream.”
    “Okay.” Kevin placed a hand on the girl’s shoulder. He cursed himself silently for feeling so uncertain and awkward. Part of him wanted to give the girl a hug and offer comfort, but his mind went back to the night they’d rescued her from a pervert that had a room full of zombie schoolgirls.
    Heather had been in that room. Tied up just like the others. Only, she wasn’t one of them. Yes, she’d been bitten, but for some inexplicable reason she hadn’t turned. He and Mike had freed the girl. Then, they’d dealt with the sick bastard that had been holding her captive.
    That night, after Mike had fallen asleep and Kevin had taken over on watch, Heather had come up to him. At first it was just quiet conversation. She’d thanked him for about what seemed like the hundredth time for rescuing her. There had been a hug. Then…she had slid down his body and began unzipping his pants! Normally he was all for such things. Only…there were two problems: first, he did not want or need that sort of thank you; second—and this was the real issue for Kevin—Heather was not yet even close to eighteen. The Old World might be dead, but the taboos weren’t. At least not for Kevin.
    “We need to get out of the open.” Mike finished wiping the gore off of his bat. They were in a residential area. Several of the houses had black X’s sprayed on them. They’d learned that this was an indication that the house had been completely looted. Most likely at the hands of Shaw and his goons.
    They’d seen a couple of convoys rumble down some of the roads nearby. Usually there was enough noise to warn them and prevent them from being spotted. However, there had been one time when they were so busy trying to give the slip to a pack of over a hundred zombies. They had cut across a grocery store parking lot and, just as they were halfway across, they’d spied six makeshift