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Dead Men Walking
Topic Started: Nov 28 2014, 02:20 AM (71,017 Views)
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"No requests," Jeff called up from the back. "Jus' play it, and I'm sure we'll get to some charming tracks. I Can't Get No Satisfaction comes to mind. And Gimme Shelter will be fun."

He still felt a little sick, but he was pretty sure that was from the gunfight now, not the hangover. He may have had a little bit of a headache, but it was no longer bothering him. Too much other stuff was bothering him more.

"But seriously, I'm actually okay with The Rolling Stones," he added. "Play on."
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"If it ever is over. I can only hope. Take care of yourselves." Chris said.

Chris and Brooke waved to the others and stepped away from the convoy. As they drove away the two waved after them one last time and then turned to head east into the night.

...


"She sounds like my kind of woman. I would have liked her a lot. Kind of reminds me of somebody I used to know." Brandon confessed, she sounded just like Emily.

Kelsey really was a tough kid in every respect. Even now she seemed to be holding back her grief. He didn't want to upset her, but he wanted her to know she didn't have to keep it all in. They'd all understand. Neither she or Randall had been able to properly mourn, and the crazier things got the more dangerous those emotions could be. They deserved to be able to release that pain.

"Hey." Brandon said simply as he put an arm around Kelsey and drew her into a hug.

Frankly he welcomed any tears she had to shed, it was good to cry, and the gesture was a permission to do so that she might not otherwise give to herself.
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With Chris and Brooke behind them, Randall could not help but feel like it was a sudden end to their relationship. They would probably never see either of them again. A small pang of feeling struck him in the heart at that thought. Even though he had not known them for long, they were still good people, in Randall's opinion. And good people deserved better than this.

"I can't get no..." The radio suddenly started.

"Looks like you got your wish, Jeff." Glenda tried to lighten the atmosphere a little.

"Sa-tis-fa-ction."

"You're kidding me?" Randall tried to follow her lead and move his mind onto other things. "We found good music that Jeff is okay with?"

"A far better alternative to Lynyrd Skynyrd, I concur." Maxwell retorted, this time a slight smile was evident on his face as he said it.

Even the old professor could lighten up every once in a while. Odd that he would choose now of all times to show it though. Randall didn't pay it much heed though.

"Jeez, everyone's a critic, huh?"

**********

Kelsey didn't say anything in response to Brandon, but she did wrap her arms around his waist. For some reason, it felt easier talking to Brandon about this. She felt like dad had so much other stuff on his mind that talking to him about it would be awkward. Talking about mom. It felt like such a taboo subject; she felt like as long as she didn't talk about it or acknowledge it, everything was okay. But now with Willow... maybe dying... it was like reopening wound she forgot existed. Or tried to hide from everyone. Tears welled up in her eyes and she wasn't sure if she was crying for Willow or for mom.

Both.

She was crying for both. She buried her face in Brandon's stomach and sobbed as quietly as she could.

"At least... she has good taste... kinda jealous..." Willow lightly commented as Kelsey buried her face in Brandon. "But... who were you reminded of?"
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’Cause I try, and I try, and I try, and I try…

Jeff mouthed along with the words and closed his eyes, sinking further into his seat. He didn’t think he was going to get any sleep, technically, but maybe he could get some rest.

* * *

As Emmett pressed down on the gas again, Eli watched in the rear view as Chris and Brooke waved goodbye and disappeared into the distance. Watching them fade away made him think of watching the fallen form of the marauder’s leader, whoever he was, as rotters converged upon him.

They had left that guy there to be eaten alive – the worst possible death in this new world, as far as Eli was concerned. That was one loss of life, however, that Eli knew wouldn’t haunt him. He’d still go to sleep thinking of the soldier he killed at Mount Kisco, of Mac, and Evan. But not that guy. That guy had it coming. And if Willow ended up dying, then he would have gotten off easy.

When Chris and Brooke were out of sight, Eli looked away from the rear-view and back at the seemingly endless stretch of road ahead. As uncertain as the future was, it was once again time to face it.
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Julie tapped her feet to the beat, humming along to Jagger. She busied her mind thinking about music and movies. If the world were miraculously saved somebody would have to track down all the music and movies they could. She could do that. Open up a museum and/or store with every song and movie you could think of. It wasn't like her economics degree was going to be much help without an economy.

"Hey. All the movies in the world have been destroyed, except for one, and it's your choice which. What movie are you making humanity's legacy?" she asked, just trying to keep things light as always.

...

For a while Brandon just let Kelsey cry, stroking her hair and gently rubbing her back. It felt good to be allowed to be there, to see this. She trusted him. Was this what having a sister was like? His mom and dad had wanted to have a girl for a long time, but there were fertility problems. It was the reason his mom's first marriage fell apart. His parents had been told one child was unlikely, but then Kyle was born three years after they were married. Three years after that Brandon was born. They kept trying hoping for a girl, but she never came.

"Emily Mableson." Brandon admitted to Willow.

Kelsey pulled away and Brandon walked over to Willow, holding Kelsey's hand lightly. He sat down beside Willow and put one arm around, and invited Kelsey to join them. He wanted Willow to have people who cared with her if the worst were to happen.

"First girl I ever loved. Saved me from a bully in elementary school. She couldn't stomach bullies and she was kind of the playground sheriff. She stood up for everyone so she had a lot of friends, but none of the other kids liked her like I did. I worshipped her." he elaborated.

"What about you two? Who was the first to catch your attention?" he asked.

He knew Willow should be saving her breath, but with the very real possibility of her dying he wanted her last moments to be... nice.
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"I'm a kid at heart." Randall started it off. "Star Wars. All the way. Not the new ones, the old ones."

"Legally Blonde." Glenda was quick to counter with her own suggestion.

Randall was stunned. Even Maxwell's eyes widened in shock. The two of them could do nothing more than sit there in silence at Glenda's declaration.

"W-wait... seriously?" Randall managed to finally choke out. "Legally Blonde is your one choice?"

A sharp, sideways glance from Glenda was enough to cease that line of questioning. He wanted to poke fun at her. He wanted to laugh. He could have laughed. But he decided against it. Sure, Glenda's bark was worse than her bite, but he suddenly felt like she had gotten a lot of flak for that in the past as well. Maybe it was best not to poke too much fun at her.

"Hey, to each their own I suppose."

"What about people who don't like Lynyrd Skynyrd?" Maxwell asked.

"That's different. There is such a thing as a wrong opinion."

**********

Willow appreciated Brandon's show of affection. It was something that, sadly, she was not terribly used to. It felt... nice.

"David Scott." Willow told him.

Every breath she took hurt. Talking hurt. But if she stopped, she was worried she might go to sleep and never wake up. That thought... that scared her. Of course, she knew how badly the lapses in her speech sounded; but she couldn't really help that.

"He'd been... a kind of friend since 3rd grade. Played a lot... in recess... we traded food a lot... never really... thought that much... more of him."

She held a hand over her mouth and coughed into it. She glanced down. More blood.

Fuck...

She kept her hand closed and hidden as she brought it back down to her thigh.

"Always only... considered him a friend..." She continued slowly explaining. "Went to the same... Middle School. The men's locker room... was under construction... so boys and girls... had to take turns... for like a month... wasn't paying attention... walked in one day after school... caught David changing into swimsuit... didn't run... hid and watched... saw everything."

Willow's lips curled into a smile at the memory.

"I guess... after seeing that... hard not to acknowledge... we weren't kids anymore... hormones are a bitch. Saw him differently after that... but some other girl... got him first... probably for the best..."

Willow's smile turned into a disappointed frown, but she let out a relaxed breath as she finished. That was a lot more than she planned on saying, she was tired just from talking. She clutched her abdomen with one hand, but didn't say anything more.

"I-I played doctor with a boy down the street. Steven." Kelsey suddenly announced; apparently Willow's own story brought up memories of naked people too.

She had stopped crying, but still looked a little sad. It was obvious she was playing along to make herself feel better.

"I never told dad because I thought he would get mad... but I don't think I really 'like' him like that... he always ate his boogers and it was kind of gross."

Willow couldn't help but stifle a laugh at Kelsey's commentary. The laugh sent stabs of pain through her chest and stomach, but it still felt good to laugh.
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Brandon chuckled at Kelsey's story, and winced a little as Willow clutched her abdomen. Every shallow breath Willow took gave Brandon more worry. She'd need to lie down again soon, but there wasn't anything around for her to rest on. They'd need to scavenge some bedrolls or something if they were going to be roughing it.

"Emily and I never got to the doctor part, her dad's job meant they moved around a lot, so we only had two years together before they moved away. I never felt that way about anybody else. It's pretty unmistakable when you meet somebody really special, and I've met a lot of girls since th-" he continued, realizing too late that that wasn't something to share with either of them.

He cleared his throat awkwardly and moved on hoping Willow wouldn't wonder too much at what he said.

"My parents actually met as kids. They grew up together but never hung out or anything. Dad said he always had a thing for mom and in high school he asked her out. They went steady for a while but when they graduated mom went off to college and dad joined the army. Mom got pregnant with a guy she started seeing and they decided to marry. They lost the pregnancy, and tried to make it work but they just weren't right together. It was at their ten year reunion that my parents met again. A year after that they got married and had my brother and I. They were married for twenty-eight years, but they were in love almost since they were kids." Brandon said choking up a little as he spoke.

They were so in love. Right up until the day they died. They didn't hide their affection from him and his brother, they let them see exactly what love looked like. They also never fought in front of them, even if they disagreed with a decision the other had made they always backed each other up when it came to him and Kyle. Just... good together.

...

"It's not my favorite movie, but I think I'd have to save It's a Wonderful Life. I'd have to save a movie that gives people hope. There are way more important movies, historically and cinematically but it's a classic with a positive message. I'd want that movie to live." Julie said, looking at the fading blue of the western sky.
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Kelsey shifted uncomfortably.

"I don't know how my parents met." She finally admitted. "Mom always said that they met when mom beat up a guy that was being 'being a smartass to your dad'."

She even made the air quotations as she said it.

"Punched him right in the face and then asked him out to dinner in the same breath."

I guess that explains why she was okay with me punching that kid in the face in elementary school. The apple really doesn't fall far from the tree, does it? The small, but poignant realization dawned on her at that point.

"Dad always denied it though. He said that they met in class in college and that nobody was ever punched in the face." She managed to find a smile still hidden inside of her. "Never did find out which one it was, but mom's story always seemed a bit... weird."

**********

"Yeah... good choice." Randall agreed with Julie solemnly.

Hope. The cure that he carried with him symbolized that very concept to them right now. It was what kept them going, even after being beaten down and nearly killed, they trudged on with the hope that this cure was the real deal and not a hoax. In a world filled with darkness, they carried the one thing that could change everything.

"You know..." Randall mused. "What we're doing here... it would have made a pretty good movie. Maybe when things get back to normal..."
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"Yeah. I think the pacing would be a little fucked up for a TV show. But then that never stopped them making season after season of 24. Maybe a miniseries?" Julie commented.

She turned to the others, and looked them all up and down consideringly.

"Who would play us? I think Clooney for Randall. He's probably dead though. Oh my god! Ryan Gosling is probably dead too! Channing Tatum as well! That's so upsetting." she despaired, covering her mouth.

...

"I like your mom's story better." Brandon confessed.

It looked like they'd be driving for a while yet. They were probably going to stop in Sarnia for the night. There would be hotels and motels there that they could use. Brandon wanted Willow in a warm comfortable bed as soon as possible. How little they could do for her distressed him to no end. There was nothing here to make her more comfortable, just the the three of them and a bike.

It occurred to him that he could offer her something more comfortable than the cold floor. He slid down and lay on his back. It wasn't ideal but he was softer and far warmer than the floor. With her that close he could easily monitor her breathing too. With arms outstretched he gestured for Willow to lie down with him.

She'd probably worry about getting blood or drool on him or something, he'd come to expect her to be self-conscious about that sort of thing, but he didn't care. It was Willow. A not insignificant part of him just wanted to hold her, now more than ever.
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Willow felt herself already longing to lay back down. So when Brandon offered his body as a pillow, she didn't waste much time in slowly, and painfully, crawling on top of him and resting her head on his chest. As she did, she instantly felt more comfortable and relaxed. Maybe it was having a warm body to lie on; maybe it was just the fact it was Brandon. Either way, she was more at ease.

"Definitely... warmer than the floor." She told him. "Thanks."

"You know, this is a nice bike..." Kelsey said to herself and started looking over Emmett's motorcycle.

**********

"George Clooney as Randall?" Glenda had to stifle a laugh as they drove at the prospect of it. "I think that's being a little generous."

"Wow, that was kind of harsh." Randall rebutted her commentary. "Not wrong, just harsh."

The conversation died down and the convoy continued along its way down the 402. The small, 2-lane freeway (although coming from New York, Randall hesitated to call it a 'freeway') was mostly a straight shoot to Sarnia through flat farmland, with the occasional batch of trees and forestry that reminded Randall they were still in the woodlands of Canada at the end of the day. This area was surprisingly peaceful. Apart from the occasional car and maybe a lone rotter or two, Randall felt like, even if it was just for a little bit, he could forget about the chaos everywhere else in the world. It felt... peaceful.

Like when he was a kid; driving to visit relatives in upstate New York. Weaving through what felt like forests to a young child, bathed in sunshine. it felt like some sort of majestic and untamed wilderness; but the warm ways of the sun and gentle nature also made it feel like a home. Made it feel peaceful. Randall had enjoyed those drives through the countryside and remembered them more vividly than he ever had remember actually visiting the his relatives. It was difficult to say why, but it had left a profound impact on him. Even after the rough few days they'd had, driving through a place like this now as they drove towards the rays of the setting sun, he could almost feel himself relax. It beckoned him back to his younger, carefree years. If Randall had to die in the world, he would want to die in a place like this. Not surrounded by an urban landscape, crawling with rotters and armed thugs, but in a forest, bathed in the rays of the setting sun and caressed by a cool breeze. The Rolling Stones was not an unwelcome touch either. Simply the thought of something like this brought back painful memories. Life before all of this. Elaine. He looked out the passenger side window and fought back the tears. Why did he have to think of her now?

Guided by the sun and encouraged by the music, they drove for about 40 uneventful minutes. Sarnia was roughly 100 kilometers from St. Thomas, but with the eerily empty streets, they made very good time. With the sun itself finally set over the horizon and the last of the blue skies retreating behind it, they finally passed by a small white and red sign off the side of the road that would look more at home in a shopping mall than the entrance of a city. The name was 'SARNIA' emblazoned across it; as they rounded a bend, a more standard looking sign read 'Airport Road'. It wasn't until they rounded the followed turn that the trees disappeared entirely and a line of houses appear on the near horizon. The first signs of real settlement they had seen since leaving St. Thomas one very long hour ago.

"Slow down a little." Randall advised Glenda, more out of habit than necessity, as he turned down the music on the Rolling Stones CD that was still playing.

The freeway itself still circumvented most houses by a wide margin, preferring to weave through farmland and underneath already established bridges for a while longer. Sarnia was a small city; but it was still a city. Already there was a slightly higher density of cars on the two-lane freeway ahead of them and the last thing Randall wanted to do now was risk an accident. Especially with their light beginning to fade. He didn't know if they should keep driving through the night or find a place to rest; he knew both were dangerous, but driving was dangerous no matter what time of day it was. While the headlights gave you away at night, he also figured that nobody would bother hunting at night. It was a gamble, but Randall was willing to take one. He figured it was getting around time to start asking about that.

"There do not appear to be many 'rotters' in this area." Maxwell casually observed as they slowly navigated the outskirts of town, as they passed by a Walmart, Lowe's, and a few other stores on their left with houses in the distance to their right.

Randall could see a handful of rotters, a few of them still wearing their employee uniforms, shambling about in the area around the stores. But since the highway was uphill and over a small fence, Randall doubted they could have gotten to the vehicles even if they had wanted to.

"Could mean a lot of things." Randall told him. "We're still not that far in, but the highway is still pretty separated from the the rest of the city."

Randall pointed out the walls on either side of the freeway that were approaching up ahead. As if being elevated was not enough of a natural advantage over the surrounding landscape. Freeways concerned Randall, but this one had actually been fairly well separated from everything nearby thus far. Apart from weaving around cars, it was almost too easy.

"Of course, there could be people out there hunting rotters too. I would doubt it, but it is possible."

Randall didn't want to rule any possibility out. He doubted anyone would have the firepower or manpower to decimate the rotter population of an entire city. But he also couldn't say for sure. He didn't see any fresh corpses. Or corpses in general, really. It was still eerily quiet. Almost too quiet. Maybe it really was just the walls. Either way, this freeway would take them straight to the Blue Water Bridge.

Glenda drove into the center divider (which was simply overgrown grass) in order to get around a small car crash that had blocked off the entirety of their side of the freeway. As they rounded the crash, Randall caught movement up ahead. His body tensed up; it was the first non-rotter movement he had seen all day. But it was... not quite what he was expecting. Running directly towards them, on the same side of the freeway, Randall could clearly see a black man and an Asian woman trotting down the road in the panic A few rotters trailed them some distance back, but didn't appear to be an immediate threat.

The strange part was that both of them were as naked as the day they were born.
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Jeff was fading in and out in the backseat, catching five minutes of shut eye at a time, only to be awakened by a jolt of the car or his own restless mind. When the SUV slowed down to pass a car crash, he opened an eye out of concern.

When they passed the crash, both of his eyes shot all the way open.

Jesus Christ,” he said first. “What the fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck?

* * *

Mierda…” Eli said softly from the passenger’s seat.

As the SUV returned to its side of the highway, the road ahead was revealed… and the very odd and disturbing sight was made plain for Emmett and Eli to see.

Emmett was quiet, but Eli could detect a flicker of alarm on his still features. He was already going slow around the roadblock. In response to this new development, he didn’t hit the brakes, but he certainly didn’t hit the gas either.
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"What what what?" Julie asked as she perked up at Jeff's confused exclamation.

There were two naked people. Two naked people. People were a cause for alarm but... they were naked. Why were they naked?

"What the fuuuuuuuuck?" she said, unable to find anything more appropriate.

"We should probably help them, right?" she asked, after a stunned couple of seconds.
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"Well, that's something new." Glenda furled her brow in confusion.

Randall found his mouth slightly agape at the unusual scene. He didn't really know how to respond to this new development. On the bright side though, he could say with certainty that these two were in no way armed. Dangerous, however, was another thing entirely. Randall didn't want to take any chances.

It didn't take long for the duo to notice the approaching cars. Their faces contorted in something akin to horror and male tried to hide the female behind him and held his hands out to show he was unarmed.

"What do we do?" Glenda inquired.

"Stop the car." Randall commanded. "This is too fucking weird."

The Ford Explorer rolled to a stop about 3 meters away from them. The two people backed away slowly, visibly shaking. They were clearly terrified. Randall opened the passenger side door and picked up his M9. As soon as they saw the weapon, they visible recoiled.

"Oh god, please no, man!" The black man begged.

"Well, I think I've seen enough of this." Glenda sighed as she popped open the driver's side door and stepped out. "I'm going to check on Willow while you sort this out."

Randall noted that he stood about 5'10'' and was fairly muscular; he had wide set eyes to match his fairly broad head and shoulders. His head and face looked like they had both been recently shaved, only a thin layer of recently grown hair appearing on both. Randall tried not to make judgments on what he was sporting between his legs either; it was starting to get fairly cold. And he was clearly terrified.

His acquaintance, the Asian woman, was fairly short, standing almost a full head shorter than her companion, and very petite. Her medium-length hair was disheveled and her eyes widened in terror. Her body was almost entirely devoid of unwanted fat. Or muscle. How someone who looked so delicate could survive a situation like this for so long... this man must have been looking after her. That was the only conclusion Randall could draw. If nothing else, it was a promising sign that these people weren't violent.

The man fell onto his knees and raised his hands up.

"Look, we already gave everything we had to your friends at the bridge! Cory has it all, just go ask him! I swear!"

**********

As the van came to a stop, Kelsey perked up. What was going on? Was there danger? Or did they finally make it to somewhere safe?

"What's... goin' on?" Willow, who was still conscious, groaned from her position on top of Brandon.

As if to answer her question, the door to the back of the van opened and Glenda was there. In a rare display of emotion, her face contorted into a look of sympathy.

"God dammit, Willow..." She sighed as she took a seat and looked down at Willow. "How are you feeling?"

"About... the same..." Willow answered.

"Good." Glenda patted Willow on the head with a sad smile. "Just hang in there. If you've made it this long, then you'll make it through this, kiddo."

Kelsey jumped out of the back of the van. She peered around the side of the van, looking for the reason for their stop. And noticed her father pointing his gun at... naked people!?

"What's... goin' on?" Willow repeated her question from earlier to Glenda.

Before Glenda could answer, Kelsey came running up to Willow and Brandon. "There are naked people!"

She said it with a strange sort of reverence. As if she were talking about some great unknown; but with a strong hint of underlying concern that showed itself through an uneven pitch.

"Willow, we should give them some of the condoms you got for Brandon so they don't have babies!"

"Ah-uh-K-Kelsey!" Willow stammered in embarrassment.

Kelsey pursed her lips, ran back around the van, peered back at the naked people, and then trotted back to everyone with a look of deep contemplation on her face. She leaned over close to Willow.

"I think the larges will be too big though." She whispered far too loudly.

"Oh god... please... kill me." Willow tried to hide her face in Brandon's chest.
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Dios…” Eli cursed in frustration as he hopped out of the cab and onto solid ground once again.

He heard what the man said about the bridge. Couldn’t they go anywhere without running into people who had regressed into marauders or thieves? Hell, he was a thief, but he had never resorted to highway robbery since the outbreak.

“Hey, hey – we don’t know a Cory, and we don’t anyone at any bridge,” Eli said, quickly taking the initiative and trying to calm them down. “We don’t want nothin’ from you. You’re good, okay? Okay?”

He raised both hands in front of him to back up that they meant no harm. Then he turned and looked towards the SUV.

“Jeff!” he called out. “My bag’s in the back, there’s some clothes in it.”

He didn’t want to give up the spare clothing he had gathered, but it seemed like the least he could do in this situation. These people didn’t strike him as a threat. They were definitely unarmed, he could say that for certain, and they looked scared out of their minds. They just struck him as people who needed help. And apparently that’s what Eli did now.

“Here,” he added, as he shrugged off his tan canvas jacket, and then held it out for the lady to accept. For the sake of politeness, he averted his eyes, looking over her shoulder as he did.

Jeff emerged from the SUV a second later with Eli’s bag between his arms. He placed it on one of the middle seats, unzipped it, and dug through. He found a pair of jeans and another plaid shirt Eli had looted from the apartment over the bar. If they fit Eli – which they did – they should probably fit this guy too.

“Uh, here you go, dude,” Jeff said awkwardly, handing those two items over to the man.

Jeff showed even more respect for their modesty than Eli. His eyes were closed and he was looking in the opposite direction.

“See?” Eli said, taking a step back once the clothes were handed off, still trying to indicate they didn’t pose any danger. “You’re good. So let’s start from the top. I’m Eli, this is Randall, that's Jeff. And what are your names?”
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"More bandits?" Julie asked rhetorically, climbing out of the SUV and standing next to Randall.

She made a point of only looking at their faces. Jeff lacked that subtlety. Julie suspected they might run into another bandit toll at the bridge. These people probably came over from Michigan since she didn't imagine many people would be trying to get into the states. They knew they were there thanks to these people, and what was more, they were probably only expecting people to come from one way. They had the drop on them this time. This wouldn't be a repeat of their last crossing.

...

The grin on Brandon's face was more than just amusement. There was a sense of victory. She wanted to have sex. Or was at least seriously considering it.

Yes yes yes yes yes.

"Thank you, Kelsey." he said appreciatively.
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