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    Chapter 2
                 
    Lily slept next to me in the front seat and John was asleep in the backseat of the Ford Explorer we’d commandeered a few hours after we’d left Edgar. I hoped the poor bastard was still alive but it really wasn’t my problem. If you cut to the truth of the matter he’d nearly got us all killed back there. He’d turned out to be kind of a badass for someone that seemed so mild mannered  at first. Whatever Edgar had been up too had gotten his wife and daughters killed. Just goes to show looks can be deceiving.
                  We had been driving all day stopping only when we needed to fill up on gas and oil. The oil light came on constantly in this old piece of crap we were driving. Fill the tank, add two quarts of oil. When we drove down the road it looked like we were spraying for mosquitoes. Only instead of a white cloud we trailed a thick black cloud behind us. It was a shame the Escalade’s windshield had been shot out by those bastards last night. That would have been a fine ride. Instead here we were in an old Ford, waiting for the engine to explode. I shouldn’t complain. At least we were still alive and making fairly good time.
                  It was time to wake these two up. We would have to decide where we would be spending the night. I was in favor of sleeping in the truck. The way things were going at least it would be easier to make a fast escape the next time somebody comes along and tries to kill us.
                  “Lily, wake up.”
                  “No. Let me sleep a few more days.”
                  “It’s almost dark. Do you want to sleep in the car or do you want to find a bed?”
                  Lily finally opens one eye and looks at me. “If you find us a bed I promise you won’t be getting much sleep.”
                  “Hey. I don’t need to hear that shit,” John said.
                  Lily sat up and turned to face John. “Sorry Sarge. I didn’t know you were awake. Did I embarrass you?”
                  “I don’t get embarrassed.”
                  “Let’s see about that,” Lily said, sliding over next to me in the seat.
                  “Captain why don’t you pull over and let me out.”
                  “Lily leave him alone,” I said. “The oil lights on already and we’ve still got half a tank of gas.”
                  “Shit, it’s getting worse. You should pull over. I’ll add some oil.”
                  “Alright. We also need to decide what we want to do tonight. I’m voting for sleeping in the truck.”
                  “Fuck that noise,” Lily said. “I need a bed, we need a bed.”
                  I stopped and John started to get out. “She’s right but not for the reason she’s thinking about.
    We didn’t get any sleep last night and sleeping in this thing won’t get us the rest we need, sir.”
                  I opened my door and got out with John and followed him to the back of the Explorer. “I just don’t want to have to fight our way out of another house. If we’re in the car we have a better chance of avoiding trouble.”
                  John opened the back and got out two quarts of oil. “We screwed up last night. No more sleeping on the second floor. Finding that car in the garage was the only thing that saved us. We should find a house with an attached garage to park the truck in. We do that and we’ll be fine. Maybe we’ll get lucky and find a new ride.”
                  “I agree,” Lily said, before John could close the back of the Explorer.
                  “We all need to relax, sir. The best way to do that is get a good night’s sleep.”
                  “John I mean it, I want you to call me by my