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Dead Men Walking
Topic Started: Nov 28 2014, 02:20 AM (70,968 Views)
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Eli’s mind was elsewhere when Brandon started the conversation. It took him a second to snap out of it and focus up. It also took him a moment to remember what Brandon was referring to.

Oh yeah, he remembered after a beat. That.

It was the second conversation from that day he had been reminded of recently. And he could honestly say it hadn’t been on his mind until now. Brandon’s words had bugged him at the time, and that annoyance had lingered for hours, but it had faded in the face of more pressing concerns.

“Don’t worry about it, ‘mano,” Eli said with a shrug. “It wasn’t fun to hear at the time, but it’s not like you said anything that wasn’t true.”

Eli kept walking. He let it be silent for a moment, long enough to listen for rotters.

“Thanks, though,” he added after hearing nothing. He glanced sideways, giving Brandon just the smallest of smiles so he knew he meant it.

* * *

“Hmm,” Annie answered, pursing her lips as she studied the map. “I’ve never been great at this kind of thing. On the trips we used to take, Chase would handle the itinerary. But it seems to me that the shorter is better, right?”

She turned to regard Willow – looking her up and down for more than just her reaction. She reminded herself she should do a more thorough check-up once they had made some kind of decision for Eli, Brandon and the others to consider.

“My sense is that Murphy’s Law is in full effect these days, no matter where we go,” she explained herself. “So the sooner we arrive, the fewer opportunities we have to fall victim to it.”
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"Heh, not a bad thought." Willow reminisced with a conflicted expression. "I guess you're not wrong. Maybe the most direct route is the safest. We can navigate around the bigger cities in our way and probably be there in a few days as long as... well... nothing happens. But Murphy's Law."

Annie was probably right; no matter where they went there would be trouble. Willow had been focused on trying to avoid trouble. She didn't want any more deaths on their hands. Now that Kelsey had decided she and Brandon would keep pushing on with the group, she wanted to do everything she could to make sure neither of them regretted it. They arrived in Flint with ten and in two short days, four of those ten had been killed off. It was difficult not to worry about more deaths.

"Really, it's hard to know what's ahead. I mean, the world is so different from how it used to be. These maps can show us how to get there, but we really don't know what will be there. At best, we're just guessing. Who would have known Flint would have a thriving community? For us -- and especially me -- that was a stroke of dumb luck. Mostly." Willow sighed ruefully. "These last few days have been our bloodiest yet. It's a pretty harsh reminder. You really can't be prepared for everything."
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Brandon didn't bother to ask Eli how he was holding up. He could pretty much guess. As much as he worried for Willow, at least he had that closeness wit somebody to help him cope. Eli didn't. There'd be time for talk about it later, when they settled for the night.

The streets nearby were mercifully quiet. It felt a little like being back in Patterson. All around them were abandoned or overrun homes. Doors still open wide. The yards and streets strewn with fallen leaves and here and there covered in yesterday's snow, melting in the sparse sunlight. It reminded him of the terrible truth behind every rotter. Everyone of them was a life. All these homes meant entire families lost. Absolute tragedy. As bad as they had had it the last few days, at least they were still alive, though that may only mean they still had more to lose.

As much as a part of him wanted to run from the cure and the danger it presented to the few people he had come to care for, looking around him he was reminded of why he joined the mission in the first place. It also may be that the cure was ultimately the only way to truly protect them. What kind of future could he and Willow have with the world the way it was? Again, thinking about a future with Willow was getting far ahead himself, but considering they may die before the week was out there was no harm.

He let himself think about what they might do after San Francisco. Would they settle somewhere or keep moving? If the world started to get back on its feet, could people like he and Willow help? There would be violence, and lawlessness. They could help assert order. Or would they find some small place for themselves and let the world fix itself? After all this, he didn't feel like taking back his family home. He'd return to bury his family but now he felt compelled to strike out and find somewhere untainted by bad memories. He wouldn't go back to Flint and he didn't want to take back his home. Would Willow like Colorado? He wondered if she'd ever seen the Rockies. He'd always wanted to live somewhere with a good view of them. There was Kelsey to consider now. If they didn't find Nolan than they may have to find another community for themselves, or start one with their friends. It'd be good to have somewhere that she could be around other kids.

Brandon wondered at the idea for a second. Why had Randall told Kelsey to stay with him and Willow? They'd certainly gotten close to her, but Annie was already an experienced parent and there was some connection between Randall and her, however remote and budding it may have been. Eli was also someone he trusted, and with more life experience then the two of them. Brandon was only 22, he didn't know how old Willow was but he guessed it couldn't be far off. Now they were responsible for a ten year old girl. Why had he entrusted her to them?

He had to put those thoughts aside as he caught sight of something very promising. A few houses down sitting in the drive of a large house was a similarly large minivan. Eli spotted it too and Brandon gave him conspiratorial smile. They may have just found their ticket out of there. Closer inspection revealed it was a Toyota Sienna. Eight seats. Enough to move all of them in one vehicle.

"Let's check the house. Might be keys inside." he said quietly, drawing his knife in preparation.

It would also be another opportunity to scavenge. Hopefully reclaim some of the nonessentials they lost in the warehouse.
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Eli drew his own knife as well, and nodded approvingly at the plan. The minivan was a good find. It would mean spending less gas, and would mitigate the risk of them getting split up again. When that happened, bad things tended to follow.

“Let’s do it,” he said.

* * *

Connor was uncomfortable with the gun in his hand. Very uncomfortable. It was one thing shooting guns in video games. In real life, it was something else entirely. His mother and father had always taught him to stay away from weapons. He once let slip that his friend Dylan had real guns in his house, and his mom never let him sleep over there again.

The last couple days hadn’t helped with his comfort level. Every time he had heard gunshots it meant something terrible and terrifying was happening. It meant he or his mom were at risk. It meant that someone was going to die – someone like Mrs. Blackwell, or that Asian girl, or Randall.

Still, he held onto the new weapon tight, even as he pointed it at the ground and kept his finger away from the trigger and the safety, like Jennifer had instructed.

He looked over to Kelsey to see how she was handling it. The sight of her filled him with sympathy. He remembered returning to his house in Flint after a day with Miss Millie, and finding Randall in the kitchen with his mom. Now he was gone. The idea made him sad and unsettled.

He didn’t know how Kelsey was even standing out here right now. If his mom died, he didn’t know what he would do besides cry.

“I’m sorry,” Connor said softly, while Jen was setting up targets up ahead. “About your dad… and about being a jerk before. I didn’t get it.”

I didn’t get it. The words came out of his mouth just as soon as they popped into his mind. He realized then what his mom had been talking about all this time.
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"Okay..." Kelsey told Connor flatly without even making eye contact.

She was thankful for the sympathy. But it didn't change anything. She couldn't even muster up the will to tell him any of that. She would barely be able to articulate the words. Every time she opened her mouth, her brain and her throat turned into knots. She could barely focus on words and thoughts because deep down, she was replaying the events of earlier today in her head. Again and again and again.

"Whatever you do out there, don't ever stop making me proud."

Even as she was being carried back to the hotel in Brandon's arms, she still thought of the radio. She was still waiting for her dad to say something more to her. Let him know he was okay. But there was nothing. He had never called back. After the explosion at the lab, there had been only silence. She hadn't wanted to believe it. She couldn't bring herself to fully believe it. Yet the truth was beginning to settle in.

Her father was dead.

She didn't know what to do. She had only come out to see how everyone was doing when she couldn't sleep. Exhaustion had taken over, but she came thrashing out of it not long after while covered in a cold sweat. She couldn't even remember why she had woken up. What she had seen in her dreams. But she knew why she had seen it. She knew that Brandon and Willow and Eli and everyone would look out for her. She wasn't worried about being alone. It was that no matter how many people she surrounded herself with, none of them would ever be her dad. His death left a hole in her that nobody would ever be able to fill.

* * * * *

"Okay." Jennifer said after she had finished setting up the targets.

A row of various cans and glassware that she had found were lined up along a fence outside of the hotel. The two kids were standing a fair distance back, holding their respective pistols. Kelsey had her father's Beretta M9 and Connor had Julie's Browning 1911-22. Both reliable pistols.

"From what I have been told, neither of you have fired a pistol before. These guys are slightly different beasts from the rifle you fired before, Kels." She adopted the nickname people had given to the young girl.

Jennifer knelt over and helped Kelsey get into a firing position. She positioned her dominant foot behind her, right hand on the trigger and left hand underneath the grip. Kelsey caught onto it pretty quickly, likely since the stance was not too different from using a rifle. But Jen was slightly unnerved by how quiet Kelsey was being. She didn't say a word, even to acknowledge her requests. If she wasn't reacting, she might question whether or not she was even being heard.

"Once your arms are ready, you can slowly exhale and pull th-"

BAM!

Jen recoiled a little as Kelsey fired the gun early. Her little body handled the recoil fairly well. Even if the bullet didn't hit any of the targets.

BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!

She fired off a few more shots. None of them hit anything. Jen helped Kelsey take her finger off the trigger and lower her weapon to the ground. The young girl was quivering. She hadn't even bothered aiming, she was just firing in the general direction of the targets and pulling the trigger. Jen didn't want to make a comment on it now. She was in mourning, it was... understandable. Half the reason Jen had even offered to do this was so that Kelsey could let off some steam. When her grandfather had died, her grandmother spent a lot of time at the firing range in mourning. Then again, her grandparents were wholeheartedly rednecks. Black rednecks.

She turned to Connor to give Kelsey a little bit of time; "Are you feeling comfortable enough to try a few shots?"
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It felt like they they;d done this a hundred times now. Brandon knocked loudly on the open front door. It was met with silence. With a practised procedure Eli and Brandon split up to search the first floor of the large house. Experience told them that complacency was dangerous and they made every move with caution.

Brandon tried to avoid looking at the pictures around the house. Even so he ended up with a clear image of the people who had lived there. Husband and wife, three daughters and a son. All of them red heads.

The ground floor was clear. Brandon had hoped to find the keys to the car in the kitchen but there was no luck there. If they weren't there then they were most likely in the master bedroom upstairs. He and Eli crept up the stairs with knives at the ready.

The bedrooms didn't offer any nasty surprises, but there were a few a few items that could be helpful like some winter wear which, given the early snow wouldn't go unappreciated. He hoped Connor was a secure kid because the only thick jacket he could find in his general size was pink. Finally the master bedroom revealed a grizzly scene. On the floor just inside was the mutilated rotter. The red hair give it away as the father, he'd been eaten rendering his body so torn apart it could do little more then roll its head around. The throat was torn out, hence why they couldn't hear it.

"Oh fuck." Brandon exclaimed softly.

A moment after that there was a soft thud from the closet. And then another. A ragged little groan betrayed the source of the noise. Another rotter. Brandon readied his knife and gestured for Eli to release the rotter for him to put down.
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Connor cringed as Kelsey fired her volley. He really hated the sound of gunshots. Her cold demeanour and disregard for aiming also set him on edge, even if it was more than understandable.

“Y-yeah,” he said, after Jen asked her question.

He took a deep breath as instructed, raised the pistol, got into the position Jen had shown Kelsey, then gave it a literal shot.

BANG!

The recoil surprised him a bit – nothing major. When he was done cringing, he adjusted his aim.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

* * *

Eli narrowed his eyes at the rotter in the bedroom – too mutilated to even walk or make a sound. Mentally, he prepared himself for a wave of revulsion that never came.

It had taken a while, but he thought he was finally getting desensitized to sights like that. Maybe the whole ‘smearing himself in rotter guts’ experience had tipped him over the edge for good.

He pushed past his non-reaction when he heard the knocking from the closet. He nodded back to Brandon, and then approached. He gripped the doorknob, gave Brandon one more nod of warning, then pulled it open, stepping back along with it.
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The route they could take was pretty straightforward. Even so, Willow had found a few pens and was tracing some of the proposed routes along the map. She was trying to trace safe paths around some of the bigger cities. Most of them she could; but not for all of them.

Stop worrying about it. All you can do is point in a direction and hope that it works out. Like Annie said, trouble will follow no matter where you do, all we can do is try to be prepared for it. Even if we can't prepare for everything.

"Hey, doc..." Willow said as she worked. "I know you say it's good to have someone checking up on me, which I totally appreciate... but you aren't doing all this just for me. Least I hope you aren't. We all say it's for the cure, but I think each and every person here has their own reasons for being here apart from that. You and Jen, though... I can't really figure out."

Willow paused for a few moments and looked away from Annie.

"I'm not trying to be invasive or anything, really... just curious. You don't have to tell me."

* * * * *

"Not bad." Jennifer pursed her lips together at Connor's attempt; he didn't hit anything, but that was to be expected. She had put the targets a little farther back than one normally would for a first time.

BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!

Kelsey let loose another flurry of shots; this time one of the rounds shattered a large glass vase. Jen wasn't sure if she was aiming yet or if that was just luck. After ten rounds, one of them was likely to hit something. She could see Connor's visible discomfort.

"They are nothing to be afraid of. As long as you're confident, all you are holding is a tool to help keep you alive." She assured Connor softly as she grabbed his hands and lifted the gun to eye level again. "Two things. First, when aiming, close one eye and look right down the top of your gun; line up the bump at the end of the barrel between the notch near the back. That is where the bullet will go. Second, you need to stay as calm as you can. Like in a video game, when the boss kicks your ass and you get jilted and start bum rushing him, then lose even worse; it's 'cause you lost your cool. Staying focused is pretty important, especially for safety. Oh, and remember to exhale as you shoot. Easy to forget. But other than that, it was pretty good for a first try."

She pointed to the fence.

"Give me a shot at that milk carton when you're ready. It's a bit of a tough one, but you can hit it."
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Annie sighed at the question. It was one that she had asked herself many times before and after leaving Flint, and to be honest she was tired of wrestling with it. She had also gone over it a couple times with Randall, and once with Jen.

Willow didn’t know that, though, so she couldn’t blame her for her curiosity. She summoned some patience and gave the younger woman a wry smile.

“Haven’t you ever heard – if you save a person’s life, you’re responsible for them forever,” she said.

She maintained her smile as she leaned back in her chair, and hoped Willow didn’t take that seriously.

“I’m kidding, of course,” she added. “Really, the cure’s a big part of it. Especially now that we know it’s real, that people really are waiting on it. And I don’t know what will happen if they receive it, but I do know what happens if they don’t. The world will stay the same as it is now. And this isn’t the world that I want, or that I want my son to grow up in. If I can help make it better, then I think I have to.”

She left out the part that she had went over with Randall – the part about her becoming tougher, and Connor becoming tougher. That was still important to her, and she figured it was still as necessary as ever. She just didn’t want to complicate her answer.

* * *

Jen’s pep talk was helpful – she reminded him of some of his better teacher’s at school – but the weapon in his hand and the sound it gave off still made Connor want to drop it and walk away. If Kelsey could keep it together, though, so could he.

BANG!

The shot went a little to the left of the milk carton. He tried to adjust his aim accordingly.

BANG!

The bullet punched a hole through the carton and sent it tumbling off its perch. Connor realized that he may not have liked guns – may have even been scared of them – but that didn’t necessarily mean he didn't have good aim.
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Willow smiled gently. As she finished tracing some of the more viable paths to San Francisco, she finally put a small circle around the city to remind her of their goal -- as if any reminder was needed -- and then folded the map up and placed it on the ground beside her chair.

"I wish I could say I was just only here for the cure. But that wouldn't be true." Willow sighed heavily. "I came along to get away. Mount Kisco held too many bad memories for me. After what happened to Randall, Kelsey and I are the only people from Mount Kisco still here and it feels... wrong. Randall and Glenda helped keep the place running, the fact that it lasted as long as it did was because of them. While I was just... useless. And yet I'm the one sitting here today."

Willow leaned back into her chair.

"Did... Randall or anyone ever tell you what happened back there?"

* * * * *

"Nice shot!"

Jen was genuinely impressed. For a kid who'd never held a gun before, that was not an easy shot to make.

"You're a good kid, Connor. I hope you never have to use one of these on someone else." She told him honestly. "You're doing real good though, so go ahead and practice a few more shots while I help Kelsey; if you get uncomfortable you can go take a break."

Jennifer was never good at pushing people. If Connor was feeling overwhelmed, she wanted him to step back and relax. She believed mentality was just as important as physicality in this sort of thing. She turned her attention back to Kelsey. The young girl's gun was pointed toward the ground and her eyes were looking beyond the fence into the distance. A glance in that direction confirmed that nothing was there.
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Brandon raised his knife to strike at the rotter as it came lunging out of the closet. For a split second he he was stunned when Eli opened the closet and there was nothing inside. There was something inside though. He looked down. It was the boy. He couldn't have been more than six years old.

Brandon didn't know why he didn't see more child rotters out there. Maybe for ths most part they were put to rest properly befoe they could turn. Maybe it was because there was less of them to eat and so they stayed where they died like the man on the floor. Whatever the reason was he wss glad for it. It wasn't something he ever wanted to get used to seeing.

Before the little rotter could get back to its feet after tumbling out of the closet Brandon knelt down anx finished it off. He turned his attention to the other one and ended its miserable struggling. He wondered if the boy had been alive to hear his father being torn apart. Where were the wife and daughters? Did they do this to him and then trudge off with a herd of other rotters? Pointless to wonder. Waste of energy to feel. He tried not to.

The keys weren't in the nightstand. Brandon was disheartened by that. They may have to break into the van and hot wire it. It almost certainly had an alarm which would draw rotters. He qas about to move on when it occured to him he hadn't checked everywhere. With a little discomfort he began looking through the pockets of the man on the floor. He rolled what was legt of his lower body on its side and found what he was looking for in the back pocket. Having been lying in a pool of blood for a few weeks the keys were encrusted with gore but at least they'd make things a little easier for them. Small blessing.

They grabbed what they coud use, like more bottled water from the kitchen, so disposable razors and other assorted niceties, and of course more toilet paper. As they made there way to the car brandon only had asplit second warning before a rotter's pale filthy fingers shot out from behind a bush. It instantly grabbed a fistful of his hair. Brandon shoved it away, taking a clump of his hair with it. He grunted in pain and drove his knife up through its chin, stilling it.

"Owww." he moaned, rubbing his scalp.

"Let's get back to the others." he said tossing the keys to Eli.
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Eli caught the keys as he raised an eyebrow at Brandon’s moan of pain. He wanted to ask him the question – the ’Are you okay? question – but he looked fine.

If that rotter had attacked with his teeth first, he wouldn’t be, though. It was another reminder in a long line of them that they had to be on their toes at all times. All it took was one false move.

“Let’s do it,” Eli said.

He circled around the minivan and pressed the keys into the lock. When they clicked open, he took his spot behind the wheel. Before putting the keys in the ignition, he looked around a bit, and felt below for the seat adjustors. This would probably be his home for a while to come. Might as well get comfortable.

* * *

Annie shook her head sadly. She knew Randall's wife died there, at least, but not the details.

“I never asked,” she said. “I figured the same thing that happened everywhere else. Something went wrong.”
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Willow frowned. These were painful memories to drudge up, but she at least deserved the annotated version. The heavily annotated version.

"We had an outbreak. Some sort of pneumonia." Willow explained. "With over a hundred people crammed into one country club, it spread pretty quick. Dr. Tu did everything he could to keep it under control. But nobody in there had much experience outside. Nobody knew that when someone died, they came back anyway. So really late one night while everyone was sleeping... all it took was one person dying and everyone in our makeshift hospital was easy prey. And everyone else sleeping nearby?"

She shook her head.

"I dunno how much we lost. Two thirds? Three fourths? More? There were a lot of bodies the next morning and the whole thing made me sick to my stomach. I couldn't even help with the cleanup. I was too busy crying. And puking. And trying to smoke enough weed to calm myself down. When Randall said that they had a cure and he was going to deliver it to Chicago, I just... I went with it. I liked the idea of being a part of something bigger than myself but, I think more than that, I just didn't want to be at Mount Kisco anymore."

She ran a hand through her hair, tucking a few pink and blonde strands behind her ears. She didn't look at Annie as she continued.

"I... I respected him, you know? He lost his wife that night and the first thing he did was grab the cure and put all his faith into it. I mean, it was obviously a coping mechanism. He was running away from everything just like I was. But he... he did so much more with it. He rallied everyone behind an idea that gave us hope. He wasn't always the one giving the orders, but he had the final say in almost everything. We believed in him and in turn he inspired us. Like, even just watching, it inspired me. It made me want to be like him; someone everyone could trust and count on and make the right calls at the right time. A real leader. Even before we left Mount Kisco, he had that kind of air about him. Like you could trust him. He told us he would take us to Chicago to deliver the cure. And he damn well did... Without him, I don't think we would have made it here..."

Willow paused. She could feel moisture welling from her eyes and her hands were beginning to tremble. She hadn't cried over Randall yet. The shock was too real. But now everything had calmed down a little. The news had time to settle. Before she even realized it, she was talking about him in ways that she hadn't really even thought about before. Randall was like a father; not just to her but to everyone.

"Ah, shit..." She looked away and tried drying her eyes with her hands and sleeves.

It didn't work.

* * * * *

"Are you okay, Kels?" Jennifer asked quietly.

She shook her head.

Maybe this wasn't the best time to practice shooting, Jennifer realized. The young girl was still traumatized, it might be too soon. Maybe she needed more time to mourn properly. She was only ten or eleven or so. No matter how tough someone was at that age, there was only so much you could ask. Especially given the last couple of days she'd had. But she owed Randall. She owed him big time. And she knew it was stupid to feel like that, but she did. It was a small step but Jen had convinced herself that helping his daughter -- and maybe even his son -- was a step in the right direction.

"Do you want to stop?" She asked the young girl. "We don't need to do this right now if you don't want to."

Again, Kelsey shook her head but didn't speak.

"Okay... well, your stance was pretty good, but here's a few things I think would help you out..."
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Brandon considered the seating in the back. It'd be a tight uncomfortable ride. Emmett and Eli would have to ride up front since there was no way they were fitting in the back with the others. Everyone else would fit okay, he wasn't nearly as big as the other two guys, Willow was pretty skinny, Kelsey was tiny. Same story with Annie, Jen and Connor; not big people. Uncomfortable but safer.

If they had all been in the same vehicle they may have all made it to that warehouse. Julie might not have been bitten then. Though if Willow had have been in that SUV the crash might have done some serious damage to her. It was a miracle they made it out of that wreck in one piece, even if they effectively lost Julie shortly after.

Thinking about her again he felt another pang of grief. After losing Randall, he really wished she was going with them. He'd miss her small talk, and her humming. And Glenda? This was going to be so god damned dangerous. He'd miss having her around to watch his back. He trusted everyone to do the job, but he and Glenda worked well together, and Willow was just so wounded by her death. Most of all he wished Randall was still there. There were just too many reasons why he wished that.

A few moments later and the minivan pulled up outside the lodge. Brandon stepped out with a pleased look on his face, scratching at the patch of scalp that just got a violent trim.

"What do you think?" he asked those that came out to see.
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The kids were still practicing their shooting when the van rolled up to the hotel. Subconsciously Jen reached for her own weapon but stopped when she recognized the two people getting out. It looked like the two of them had found a proper working vehicle after all; it certainly left a bit to be desired, but beggars couldn't really be choosers at this point. She should just be glad that they were able to find a working vehicle that could carry everyone at all. She left the kids to their own practice and made her way over to greet them.

Jennifer smirked at Brandon's question; "I hope the plan isn't to drive all the way to California in that. Otherwise I'm taking the first working motorcycle we see."
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