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relented with a chuckle. The look on his face indicated he was thoroughly enjoying our little adventure.
                  It was dusk now. We placed our first noisemaker on the bank a hundred yards from the creek. We continued this every hundred yards or so, including a few I had rigged so they would float in the water.
                  Along with trash, logs, and other unknown types of debris, we saw several corpses in the river. They were unmoving and appeared lifeless. We proceeded unmolested. It wasn’t until we reached the east bank where we wanted to land when we encountered them. There were approximately a dozen standing around right where we wanted to land.
    “Alright H, it’s time to see how good of a sailor you are. Keep us in one place while I shoot those bastards.” Lil’ H nodded, pointed the boat upstream and manipulated the throttle expertly.
    I used my Ruger twenty-two with a homemade silencer attached. I only missed once. The small caliber bullets did not make much of an overt impact, the only indicator was a small hollow hole suddenly appearing in their foreheads and then they would slowly fall over. Truthfully, I was surprised there were any mobile zombies left alive.
                  Finding no others nearby, I glanced at my watch. It read a little past eighteen hundred hours. We were proceeding on schedule.
                  “Okay buddy, it’s time for the signal.” Little Howard grinned in a way only a kid could grin. It made me wonder at what age you lost it and when I had lost mine. He reached down in the boat and retrieved a plastic baggie with a walkie-talkie sealed inside.
    ****
                  Fred and Howard waited in the security of the dually pickup truck, parked in the middle of the Nolensville Pike intersection of Old Hickory Blvd. The rain was coming down now in torrents. The sky was inky black and only lit up when there was a lightning strike.
                  “So, you’re really going to do it?” Howard asked. It was not the first time he had asked the question.
                  “Yep.” Fred answered, which was the same answer he gave on the three previous occasions he was asked.
                  “California and back.” Howard said, which was probably the third or fourth time he had pointed out the obvious. “That’s one hell of a trip, even when the world was normal. You say Zach has a route all planned out?”
                  “Yep.”
                  Howard grunted. “Zach’s a smart kid, isn’t he?”
                  Fred glanced over at Howard and realized he was the type who talked a lot when he was anxious.
                  “He’s smart, capable, and resourceful. Little Howard is safe with him.” He said.
                  “Yeah. Yeah.” Howard said quietly. “I’m just worried is all.” Howard took a deep breath. “If it was one of my kids in Los Angeles, I’d want to go and get him, but damned if I know I’d be up to it. I’d be scared to death Fred.” Fred didn’t answer.
                  The radio came to life. “Come in Zach.” It was a distinctive voice with the southern twang.
                  “That’s the Captain.” Howard said. Fred picked up the microphone.
                  “We’re at the staging point. Zach hasn’t signaled yet. Where are you?”
                  “Who is this?” The Captain asked in the tone of a demand. Fred looked at the microphone for a second and then looked at Howard.
                  “This is Fred. Are you close or not?” Fred asked.
                  There was a moment’s pause. “We’ll be there shortly. The rain is slowing us down.”
                  Howard chuckled. A short time elapsed and then there was a large glow moving down the street. As it got closer, they