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stoically.
    Kyle laughed. "You and me both. And thanks, I owe
you."
    James, in his typical fashion, just gave a slight nod but
didn't say anything. The two made it to the top of the wall, which stood above
the gate. Kyle looked down and couldn't help but notice all the diseased
roaming the moat, their growls of frustration breaking the peace of the morning.
There were over fifty near the bridge, and more wandering the moat. Kyle could
have sworn there were thousands of the things when he was down there. Just his
mind freaking out.
    "We need to burn the bodies afterwards," James stated.
    Kyle agreed, but didn't relish the idea of going down there
again and stacking them. He also didn't want a human bonfire just outside their
walls, but there was no way they could move that many up and out of the moat.
    The sound of the scuffling feet on the stairs announced the
others coming. Kyle and James turned to greet them. Abe walked up and handed
Kyle's rifle to him. Kyle gave his brother a smile, but Abe shook his head,
like Kyle had forgotten to make his bed. The others joined the group chatting
and commenting on the diseased that walked around in the moat, groaning and
reaching their hands up in the air. Many of the diseased were bloody, but even
more had burn marks in various spots of their bodies.
    Kyle hit the eject button, popped his magazine out, checked
it to make sure it was full and reinserted it into the well.
    "It's full," Abe said in irritation.
    "Just checking little brother," replied Kyle,
knowing that would just piss him off. "Okay guys, we need to clear out the
rest of these diseased and then burn them.
    "Bloody hell, we're going to burn them down
there?" asked Edmund with a look of revulsion on his face.
    "Have to," said Kyle, "unless you have a way
to move them out of there. But we can dig a pit in the moat for the
bodies."
    "Not it," said Patrick and everyone laughed.
    "Okay, let's split up and each walk one way around the
wall. They're not going anywhere, so take your time. We don't need to use up
any more ammo than we have to."
    The group split up, and Kyle held back Eric, which meant
his protégée Edmund stayed behind. Kyle said, "Eric, we need to get that
bridge out of there, or make a way to make it smaller. Take Edmund with you,
since his rifle work probably isn't that great."
    "Hey," the young Brit interjected, "I'll
have you know, I shot them right proper. Must have gotten at least five of
them."
    "No kidding?" scoffed Eric. "Regular Wyatt
Earp here."
    "Excuse me for not being born with a gun in hands like
you Yanks. We British are a more civilized people."
    "I've told you boy, I'm no Yankee," growled Eric,
turning on the pale kid.
    "Okay, you two get started on that." said Kyle,
regretting getting this started. How did these two become joined at the hip?
"Have Old Ben help you also.”
    The two nodded and started down the narrow steps, still
arguing about something. Kyle turned to Abe, who was waiting for them. They had
some diseased to finish off.
    ***
    Abe closed the facet, picked up the pail of water and
carried it to the edge of the parade ground, the designated place to wash. The
ground had turned to slush, the ice of last night giving way to the sun's
warmth. He set the bucket down, cupped his hands, bringing the cold water up to
his face. He cringed as the freezing water touched his skin, but rubbed himself
anyways. He needed to clean himself, rid himself of all he'd just seen and done.
    For thirty minutes, the group had killed the wandering
diseased trapped in the moat. He couldn't get the images, sounds and smells out
of his head. It seemed more like murder than survival. They just stood there,
their milky eyes looking up, hands upstretched, as one by one they fell with
bullets in their heads. The diseased didn't run, didn't hide, just growled,
thrashed and scratched the walls until their fingers dangled from pieces of
skin.
    Blood. Blood was everywhere, it coated the bottom of the
moat like a