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Dead Men Walking
Topic Started: Nov 28 2014, 02:20 AM (70,885 Views)
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Lowell – and that was all the name he needed ever since he was 15-years-old – narrowed in on the first biter that the priest didn’t claim. With lethal calm, he darted forward and planted his blade upwards through the biter’s eye.

He smiled in satisfaction as he removed the blade, and the biter collapsed forward, dead. He kept his head on a swivel and found another target – one isolated enough to take down without being swarmed. He darted forward again, feinting left at the last second and sending the rotter lunging at the air while Lowell got behind it and stabbed it in the hindbrain.

He kept going, kept looking, and felt his mind and body relax. This came easy to him. This made sense to him. This was uncomplicated and, hell, even fun.

It was everything else that was hard.

“Nuh uh,” he taunted his third biter target, as he ducked under its reach, then swept its leg out from under it.

As soon as that biter hit the ground – like, the very second it did – Lowell was on top of it, and his blade tasted brain once again.

* * *

Hank grunted as he removed his hatchet from another rotter, his second in the current fight. He was relieved to see Antonio join the fight and managed a smirk when the priest got close, but was actually having a little trouble sharing his mirth.

“I wish,” he answered Antonio anyway.

He wasn’t used to this all-out war kind of scenario. The only time he took on more than 20 rotters at once was when he and Andy rescued Noah and his friends from that gas station, and then maybe again yesterday morning, when he held the leaders of a horde off while Noah and Alma rushed back to the RV. Besides that, he had gotten by clearing them out one, two, or three at a time.

It looked like Antonio’s group was right at home, though. Hank could see Eli moving through the crowd with grim confidence, and he was now noticing that Antonio was wielding a… a sword?!

“Is that… is that a sword?”
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Brandon gritted his teeth as he slipped his shirt on and then slid into his beaten and stained jacket. He didn't like it, but Willow had a point about him staying put. In his condition he might just get in the way out there and turn what was a straight forward fight into a less straight forward one. He just had to swallow his pride and trust the others to get by without him. Willow could certainly take care of herself just fine.

"No promises." he half-assured her with a small smirk, HK45 in hand as he handed her the ditch blade which had been far and away his preferred implement when clearing that Walmart the other day.

...

The horde had moved on well and truly. Things had calmed down significantly. Twenty-six was a considerable number, but between them it was far smaller. Many hands made for easy kills. Emily knew her way around creeps pretty well now, and she went about taking her targets down in a business like manner, walking up to the them and tripping them over for an easy finishing blow. She jogged over to a fairly typical looking one, female once, might have been pretty but it was impossible to tell now.

Emily dealt a firm kick to the back of its knee and it fell to a kneel. With both hands on the handle of her machete she brought it down on its neck. The blade made half way through, hitting bone at an odd angle. The head tilted forward on what was left of its neck and its body fell to the side limply. She planted her foot on it and wrested the machete free before walking briskly over to her second target as it stumbled in her direction. She tried for another decapitation and met a lot more success, its head hanging on by a a morsel of putrid muscle and skin.

She regarded the machete appraisingly, and gave it a mostly approving nod. It worked well enough, not perfect but effective at least. It was a generic kind of thing, maybe the blade could stand to be a little sharper. Brandon could do that, he managed to find himself a sharpening stone somewhere, he had more experience with knives than she did so if he couldn't find some way to improve it than she'd just have to make do. She knew for a fact it could cut a head clean off, she just needed to figure out her technique. It got put to work again on another creep as she started to consider her strikes a little more.
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Willow smirked as Brandon handed her the ditch blade. Holding it now, it felt like she had some sort of medieval lance or polearm in her possession. It was kinda cool, to be honest. She could easily cut down a rotter at more than an arm's length away with this.

Before heading outside, she leaned forward and kissed Brandon lightly on the lips.

"For good luck." She reminded him.

Not that I'm gonna need it with over 10 people out there swinging away.

Outside the cabin was pretty clear. What few remaining rotters were still standing had been drawn to where everyone was fighting. One rotter had its back turned to Willow and was slowly meandering toward Eli and the others. Willow simply took a few long strides, brought the ditch blade back, and swung it at the rotter's completely exposed head. It sliced clean across the back of its skull and the head almost rolled completely off its shoulders, but was held in place by a few strands of rotting flesh. It fell forward without ever realizing what had happened to it.

Willow grinned from ear to ear; okay, this thing is fucking awesome!

* * * * *

Two of the fallen were approaching Antonio, side by side.

The priest drew his knee into his chest and then shot his foot out like a piston into the stomach of the first fallen. Its entire upper body lurched forward as it was forced backwards where fumbled over its feet and stumbled onto its back in one swift motion. Antonio then planted his feet on the ground, pointed his sword toward the second fallen, and thrust the blade into its face.

Unfortunately, it was a cutlass and stabbing was not its strongest suit. The blade tore a gash across the already hideous abomination that had once been a young man, but it hardly seemed phased by the chunk of flesh now hanging off its face. Antonio frowned, but stood his ground. He grabbed the fallen by its filthy button up shirt with his left hand and held away from him. It looked at his arm and tried to make a move for it, but it couldn't get past its own chin to bite at him. He ended its foul existence by throwing it to the ground, and then stabbing it in the head once it couldn't move. And that time, the blade pierced the skull. The first fallen was just about back on its feet, but Antonio cleaved through the side of its skull and killed it before it could do anything more.

"Yes it is." Antonio finally answered Hank. "Found it in a McDonald's, if you can believe that."

Fighting the fallen had just become another every day facet of life for Antonio. By killing them, he felt was redeeming the souls of the poor people that had gotten caught up in all of this. It helped give him a sense of purpose, and that in turn helped give him that mirth and levity that Hank saw in him.
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Lowell dodged and weaved his way into another kill, and just after driving his knife home once again, he looked up. Just in time to see that chick Emily almost take the head of a biter clean off.

Pretty good for a girl, he admired. Almost as good as Alma. Same weapon, too.

He pulled his knife out of the latest rotter’s face and looked around briefly. The battle was winding down, the field was almost clear. He decided to let the others finish up, as he kept watching Emily at a distance.

* * *

Noah and Alma squared off against two of the final few biters. Noah pointed at his target, Alma nodded, and they went to work. She slashed her machete right down the center of her target’s head, making a red line between its two eyes. Noah’s strike with his dagger achieved a similar bulls eye. The two biters buckled almost simultaneously.

After that, Noah looked around. The fighting was about at an end. Between the lot of them, the remainder of the horde had been cleared out pretty quickly. Even the lady doctor got a kill, if the way she was wiping down her own knife meant anything.

“It’s over!” Eli announced.

Noah’s eyes went to him – he was circling around, surveying the battlefield and the litter of corpses that remained.

“Damn, that looked like fun! Sorry I missed it.”

Noah looked around again. Jimmy – the redhead they had apparently stolen from, the one who had fired the first shot yesterday – was approaching the scene, holding the straps of his backpack and smiling.

Noah looked around once more, just in time to see Eli rubbing his forehead.

“Next time,” Eli said. “Everyone else good?”
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"I'm fine." Willow announced.

By the time she had gotten out there, most of the work was already done. There were between 20 and 30 of the rotter corpses, but with so many people they had been taken down very quickly. Eli and the others had turned them into a pile of dead meat. Sh only had enough time to cut down a single rotter before they were all cleared up. Nevertheless, she wiped the blade of the ditch blade on the blouse of the single rotter she had killed.

Nearby, she saw Nolan come out of the other cabin. He glanced around at the rotters and quickly realized that there weren't any living rotters left.

"I suppose this is the end of the horde then." Antonio said with a heavy sigh as he rested the flat end of the sword on his shoulder. "Spending a night in a bunkhouse gives you an appreciation for fresh air."

"So your bunkmates smelled worse than dead people?" Willow smirked.

Teasing was something Jen had been fond of. Ever since they met, Willow had found herself doing it more and more. And now that Jen was gone, Willow almost felt like it was her duty to keep up with it in her memory.

"I'm just more used to the smell of dead people, that's all." Antonio retorted. "No offense."
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Eli sniffed – the air was hardly fresh, but he had certainly smelled worse. He didn’t disagree with Antonio.

“No worries, Tony,” Noah said. “Our feelings are hurt, but we’ll get over it.”

Eli subtly scoffed at the banter – what, were they friends now?

“I don’t think we should leave them like this,” Andy said.

Eli looked over to the lumberjack-looking guy. He was pointing to the ground, at one of the rotter corpses.

Andy was the second-to-last one out of the cabin. By the looks of it, he hadn’t gotten a single kill during the scuffle. The last to exit – Emmett – didn’t look like he had either. In his case, that was probably for the best. He didn’t need to overexert himself while he recovered from all that blood loss.

“We should gather them up, bury them, or at least burn them,” Andy said. “We’re not runnin' for our lives, so we should put them to rest somehow. It’s only right.”

Eli remembered taking part in such a ritual a couple weeks ago, when he helped clean up the aftermath of the outbreak at Mount Kisco. He also remembered watching the same kind of thing take place at Flint, in the aftermath of the raid. That was different, however. Those were people’s homes. The people they were putting to rest were friends.

This farm wasn’t a home, and these rotters weren’t friends, so Eli shook his head.

“Do what you want,” he said. “If you’re on my team, though, you can leave them. We all need to sit down, figure out who’s taking the truck out to look for more wheels.”

“Actually,” Hank said suddenly, raising a hand like he was in a classroom. “I’d like to talk to you about that, too.”

Eli gave him a sidelong look. He wasn’t sure what concern of his it was, but…

“Fine,” he said. “We can talk.”

“Seeing as it’s my truck you're talking about, you can deal me in too,” Jimmy said.

“Fine,” Eli repeated. “Let’s go to the living room.”

After being cooped up all day and night, he wasn’t eager to confine himself between those four walls again. On the other hand, the living room had the most chairs. Plus, California was still waiting. There was no point in lingering unnecessarily.

He headed back into the main house.

* * *

Hank was still exhaling heavy, as the adrenaline from the fight wore off. He would have been happy to stretch his legs some more and give himself some more time to come down, but Eli seemed to be in a hurry.

He turned to Riley, who had wandered close to him after he made his request. She had only emerged from the house a minute ago, when Eli announced that the battle was over.

“You want to talk to him?” she asked, her voice low and incredulous.

“It’s just talk,” Hank said.

He and Riley hadn’t conferred about what they wanted to do next, but like always, she was seemingly reading his mind.

“That guy – these people – they’re not family,” she said.

“I know,” Hank said. “I do. But we’re so close now – let’s just talk, okay?”

Her expression indicated it wasn’t okay, not exactly, but she eventually gave him a small nod nonetheless.

“Come on,” he said, dropping his hatchet before leading them inside.

* * *

Noah looked around. Most of the people on their feet were heading to the main house, but Andy was taking Eli’s advice, sort of, and doing what he wanted. What he wanted, apparently, was to clean up the field of corpses. He had already started dragging one body.

“I’ll help,” the other big guy of the group – Emmett – volunteered in his rumbling voice.

Noah let out a long breath. It didn’t seem fun, but hell, they weren’t doing anything else.

“We will too,” he said.

He looked to Alma and Lowell – both frowned at being volunteered, but neither objected.
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"You and a big weapon are a huge turn on." Brandon commented quietly in Willow's ear as he came up behind her and kissed her cheek.

He gave her shoulders a light squeeze as he quietly lamented their lost chance to sleep in. Their bed was warm and they were both sore, but they were well awake now. He looked around at the mess the rotters had left of the ranch. Hardly a blade of grass to be seen. Judging by the devestation and the time it took for them to pass last night, there were easily thousands of them.

Brandon limped his way around to check on Jen's grave with the assistance of his cane. It sank into the muddy ground with every step but it kept him stable enough not to fall over. Even though he knew it would be the case, when he saw Jen's grave marker on the ground covered in mud he gave an annoyed grumble. He picked it back up and shook some of the mud free from it, but had to dig the mud out of the writing he carved into it the day before. Jennifer West eventually appeared again. He planted the small wodden cross back in the ground and pushed down on it, the pain of the effort reminding him to take it easy.

He turned as the big guy from the other group spoke up. It seemed like an odd suggestion. None of these people had been known to them and they weren't planning on staying there more than another day at most. Brandon got the feeling this was a strange thing for them. He envied that.

"I wouldnt burn these things or bury them. You need a huge fire to completely incinerate even one body, that'll take a long time to build enough heat to burn the bones and there are twenty-six of these things. On top of that the smoke will be a beacon for anybody nearby and there are some unfriendly groups around here. Burying them will take all day. Since we're going to be here a little longer we should at least move them away though. I think a ways past the treeline would be appropriate. Nature can take its course with them in private." he said as he limped back over to the group.

He'd help them but he had an obvious reason not to. Emmett was set on aggravating his wound, Brandon wouldn't stop him since he understood the need to be useful. Was this what Willow had felt like this whole time? It was frustrating.

"I'm going to do a quick perimeter check, make sure we don't have any nearby waiting to surprise us." Emily declared as she put her machete through the last of the rotters she'd decapitated.

"I'm going to go put a pot of beans on." Brandon declared, finding something he could do.
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After taking a few moments to pay reverence to Jen again, Willow followed Eli and the others inside. She had no comment on burning the bodies; she kind of envied the fact she still thought of the rotters as people. A fire big enough to burn those bodies would be a danger to the entire forest if not done well. But she wasn't going to stop them if they wanted to do the work for it. She just thought it was kind of unnecessary.

The first thing Willow did after entering the house was fall right back into her same spot on the couch as before. Even though she had barely done anything at all, there was never a bad excuse for her to sit down and relax while she could. She may have been alone in a cabin with her boyfriend all night, but she was still pretty tense the whole time thanks to a few thousand rotters right outside their walls. She was already sharing the room now with Eli, Hank, Riley, Antonio, Nolan, and Jimmy. Willow doubted that she would be on the away team to find more vehicles, but it was still her responsibility to be here at least.

She leaned back and waited for either Eli to talk more people to trickle in.

* * * * *

Kelsey had watched the rotter massacre outside rather passively. More specifically, she watched how they attacked the rotters and where they struck. Kelsey had kind of fumbled through her training earlier and wanted to improve upon it. While she had seen people take down countless rotters before, she never really studied someone take down rotters. And even though a lot of it was inapplicable to someone as small as she was, she was pretty sure she learned at least a little bit.

Now that the skirmish was over, she made her way over to Brandon, who looked like he was getting ready to start cooking. She hadn't really had a chance to talk to him or anything since the whole Green River thing. And now he looked like a pirate, which was kinda cool.

"Can I help?" She asked Brandon.
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"Yeah you can help. I could definitely use a hand." Brandon confirmed eagerly.

He hadn't had much time with Kelsey since she came back. It would benice to spend some time with her alone. He couldn't deny he was jealous of Nolan, he would love to have a sister like her.

"You know... I think the others found some stuff we could use to make some pancakes. I mean they won't be great but they'll do. They found some raisins as well I think, so raisin pancakes and baked beans. Sound okay?" he asked.
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Kelsey's eyes widened at the mere mention of pancakes.

"I love pancakes." She grinned happily.

She wasn't the biggest fan of raisins, but they were supposed to be good for you -- at least that is what mom and dad had always said. But she didn't really want to ask Brandon to take them out, because he might like raisins. And, frankly, she could deal with raisins if they were in pancakes. She could deal with a lot of things if they were in pancakes.

"What do I need to do?"
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Before joining the meeting inside, Annie glanced over her shoulder, taking in the field of bodies once again. Andy, Noah and Alma from the other group had started grabbing them by their arms and dragging them towards the tree line. Emmett was helping them.

Annie frowned at that – the man needed rest, and her attempts to drill that notion into his head had obviously not been too successful. At the same time, she mentally acknowledged that he had just lived through a full afternoon and night cooped up in a small cabin. He must have gotten some in there, and was probably eager to be back out in the daylight.

She sighed and left them to it. When she made it to the living room, the meeting had already gotten started.

“There’s a couple spare tires in the cow barn,” Eli was in the midst of saying. “I saw ‘em there the other night. They’re yours. Take ‘em. Good luck.”

The ‘good luck’ sounded more dismissive than sincere.

“That’s what I wanted to talk about,” Hank said. “Today and yesterday, I think we worked together pretty well.”

“We almost killed you,” Eli said.

“After that.”

“Your kids almost got us all killed,” Eli said.

“There were bumps,” Hank admitted. “But we worked it out.”

“What’s your point?”

Annie took a seat on the arm of the nearest chair. She might have asked it nicer, but she was wondering the same thing, so she just listened for now.

“We’re going in the same direction, aren’t we?” Hank said.

Annie looked around. Both Eli and Riley were rubbing their eyes – neither seemed to like where Hank was going with this. Neither were answering, either, so Annie took it upon herself.

“We are,” she said.

Hank turned to her, gave her a grateful nod. “And isn’t there strength in numbers?”

Annie nodded back. Eli, meanwhile, let out a groan – maybe involuntary, maybe not.

“We almost killed you,” Eli said for the second time. “And you want to team up?”

“He has a point,” Riley said.

“I want to get to Salt Lake City,” Hank said, looking at his sister first, then back to Eli. “I want to get my family to safety. That’s what I want. And I think we have a better shot of making it if we do it together.”

Up with People, huh?” Jimmy interrupted with a smirk.

“Something like that,” Hank said.

“We don’t need you,” Eli said. “And honestly – you don’t need us. You’ve got that palace on wheels.”

“Actually, that’s the thing,” Hank replied. “We have the wheels, that’s right, but you have the supplies. And since we’re giving back the stuff we found at the hotel…”

“Also known as my stuff,” Jimmy interrupted once more. “And thank you again for the delivery, by the way.”

“Right, and as I was saying, without that, we’re running pretty low. And you say you don’t need us, but…”

“We don’t,” Eli said.

But,” Hank insisted. “But we have the RV – the wheels, like you said. So we can help each other.”

Eli was silent for a moment. The logic of that seemed to give him pause.

“I think it’s a good idea,” Annie said.

She had a strong feeling that Eli wasn’t going to ask for the group’s opinion – that he was going to decide for everyone, like he had developed the bad habit of doing. She and Brandon had made preliminary plans to change that, but until they were in motion, she would just have to speak up whether he wanted her to or not.

“Antonio, what do you think?” she asked, looking for support.

* * *

Lowell waved Noah off as he headed away from the battlefield. Over his shoulder, he tossed off a promise that he’d be back to help in a moment. Soon after, he had caught up to Emily, only a few minutes into her ‘perimeter check.’

He approached her from behind. As he did, he opened his mouth, but immediately closed it. He realized he didn’t know what to say. Didn’t know how to start. He had to figure something out.

He trailed her silently for a full minute before he did.

“Those were some cool moves back there,” he said.
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"If you can run ahead to the kitchen and start getting it ready that'd be helpful. We're going to need a whisk, a mixing bowl, a frying pan, measuring cups and spoons and a big pot for all the beans. We're going to also need flour, sugar, salt, oil, baking powder, water and milk." he instructed her.

He'd seen that kitchen the day before. Even the house was modern, in keeping with the rustic frontier aesthetic of the ranch they had a wood fire stove and antiquated looking utensils. It was nice. They did however have a modern pantry at least. When he reached the kitchen after Kelsey had run ahead and begun gathering what they needed he ran the math through his head. He had forgotten he was cooking for a hell of a lot more people now, it would wrong to prepare food only for their people after they provided them with dinner the day before and considering they'd just spent some time together.

"Just remembered how many people we've got right now. This is going to be huge. Better get another mixing bowl out. This is one of the few things I know how to make by heart. I looked it up online one time when I was home by myself and we were out of eggs. I really like pancakes so I looked up an egg-free recipe because I didn't want to go all the way to the store. Now that I think about it, we're not going to have enough raisins for all these. What do you think we should put in the others?" Brandon asked.

...

Emily rested her hand on the handle of her pistol as she walked. She didn't think there would be many if any creeps out here, if there were any nearby the probably would have heard them fighting. In her experience creeps didn't linger around nature much, something about buildings seems the catch a few in orbit though, so some could still be stalking nearby. She paused when she heard a noise behind her and she pulled the hammer on her pistol back with her thumb. She spun as one of the others, Lowell, spoke. She eased the hammer back down, but as always kept a wary hand on her piece.

"Creeping up on people is a really good way to get shot." she informed him flatly.

Good thing for you we don't all rattle and go nuts at the first sign of trouble.

She sighed and let the breach of etiquette go.

"And thanks, I guess. Do you guys need me for something?" she asked.
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Lowell noted where her hand was, and raised both his palms. He did it calmly, though, like it didn’t faze him.

“Didn’t mean to creep,” he said. “And no – I just wanted to tell you that, and also say sorry for the other day. Maybe that’s behind us now, but just in case. When a bullet comes in my direction, my first thought ain’t usually ‘warning shot’. Still, sorry.”
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"They also don't have any milk though." Kelsey informed Brandon.

She had laid out most of the stuff Brandon had asked for, save for a few that she had been unable to find. And while she had technically found milk, she had a strong feeling that nobody would want to touch it. Just looking at it inside the carton was a little sickening -- it had been unrefrigerated for a couple of months. It was disgusting.

"But I did find powdered milk in the pantry. Will that work? Cause if it does, they have chocolate chips in there too we could use."

* * * * *

Antonio had listened intently to the back and forth between Eli and the others. It was a relatively unsurprising exchange, especially from Eli's side.

"Hank is right." He said simply. "We are stronger together than we are apart. We could find another car or two to help get our group to Salt Lake City, but we already have all the resources we need. Working with them is the least we can do after yesterday, so long as the rest of them will accept our help."

"And what do you think about these people?" Willow cautiously added. "We don't need any more Maxwells. Randall's trust in him got a lot of people killed."

Maxwell was a name that he had heard from Willow. None of the others liked to talk about him, but he learned from the young woman that he had led a bunch of bandits to the Flint settlement under the pretense that he was a serial killer who opposed the delivery of the cure.

"These are good people." Antonio told her firmly.
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Hank smiled unsteadily at Antonio’s vouching for them. This was going pretty well, maybe even a little better than expected. Eli didn’t seem like the trusting type, so he was prepared for even more resistance than he was getting.

“We’re all on board,” Hank assured Antonio.

It was a little bit presumptuous, but it was basically true. He was confident Andy would back his play, and Ruby and CJ likely didn’t expect to have a say say. Noah, Lowell, and Alma – well, it’s not their RV. The only wild card was Riley. He turned her.

“Right, Riley?” he asked. “It's just until we get to Salt Lake City. Then we'll be done with all this.”

She sighed, and he could tell she was giving it careful consideration. Eventually, she gave a reluctant nod.

“Okay,” she said. “Until Salt Lake City.”

Hank’s smile levelled out a little. He scratched at his scruffy moustache as he turned to the other hold-out in the room.

“Eli? What do you say?”

Eli’s eyes narrowed slightly, and like Riley, he was silent as he thought about it. He looked even more conflicted. Hank noticed his fist clench and unclench.

“Damnit, fine,” Eli said finally. “We accept your offer. We’ll share what we got if you share your RV. But tomorrow, we drop you off, and we go our separate ways. Fair enough?”

“More than,” Hank said.

“Okay, than we leave as soon as we can,” Eli said. “Replace your tire, have a bite to eat, then we’re on the road. We can pack six into the seats in Jimmy’s truck, especially if two of them are kids. Maybe a couple more can ride in the bed, with the supplies.”

“Um, seems like I should get a say in this,” Jimmy cut in.

Eli looked to him and raised an eyebrow. “Okay – what do you want to say?”

Jimmy pursed his lips and looked briefly to the ceiling, as if deep in thought. Then –

“You know what, would you believe nothing?” he asked with a smile. “That works for me. Carry on.”

Eli looked back to Hank. “The rest can cram into your RV?”

Hank nodded. “We can make it work.”

He stood up and extended his hand to Eli. Eli looked at it for a longer moment than necessary, before getting up himself and accepting it. He gave it just one quick, obligatory shake.

“Then you got a car to fix, ’mano” he said.
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