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enough light for her to scan the surrounding area. Woods stood off to the right, and a large field to the left. The road ahead ran straight for a mile before becoming lost in the shadows. She saw what mattered most–that there were no rotters nearby.
    “Where are we?” Cindy asked.
    “I have no idea.”
    Windows opened the map and spread it out, knowing it was futile. They had traveled all last night, first heading north for several hours before traveling northeast along the foothills of the White Mountains. The last city she remembered passing through had been Berlin, and she had spent over an hour trying to navigate the outskirts of town so as to avoid the living dead. A few miles north of Berlin they had come across an old gas station/service center, pulled into one of the empty bays, closed the doors, and slept for most of the day. After setting out again, the two had stayed off the main roads, which allowed them to avoid the living dead. It also meant they often had to retrace their steps due to fallen trees, washed out roads, or abandoned roadblocks. Having spent so much time on the back roads, none of which were listed on the map left inside the SUV, Windows had no idea what their current location was or even in which direction they had been heading when they ran out of gas.
    Getting out of the RAV-4, Windows went around to the back deck, opened the hatch, and sorted through the four backpacks. Cindy joined her, watching quietly while Windows transferred all the food, water, and ammunition into two backpacks, making sure all the lighter stuff went into the smaller one. When finished, she slung the heavier of the two backpacks across her right shoulder and one of the AK-47s over her left. She held out the second pack to Cindy.
    “Do you think you can carry this?
    Cindy looked apprehensive as she took the bag. Her face lit up when she realized how light it was. “No problem.”
    Windows helped the girl slide it over her shoulders and picked up another AK-47 with her right hand. She placed her left behind Cindy’s head and ruffled her hair. “Okay, let’s move out.”
    “Where are we going?”
    “I have no idea.” Windows walked down the road in the direction they had been heading. “We’ll know it when we get there.”
     
     

CHAPTER THREE
     
    “Jesus,” Robson muttered under his breath.
    “I told you it wouldn’t be easy,” Simmons replied.
    From their vantage point on top of the hill, Robson used his night vision goggles to scan the Super Walmart a quarter of a mile away. The building looked pristine. Along the front, the doors remained closed and the windows were intact. No debris lay spread across the parking lot, so the store probably had not been ransacked. The only things in the parking lot were a dozen vehicles left by their owners in scattered spaces. And, of course, a few hundred rotters that milled around the building.
    Robson passed the goggles to DeWitt on his right. He said to Simmons, “We’ve seen worse.”
    “Are you serious?”
    “Yes,” said Robson.
    “ You have,” DeWitt chimed in as he looked through the goggles. “This is a whole new Hell for us.”
    Sadly, what DeWitt said was true. Robson had seen worse, much worse. During those times he had an entire raiding party behind him, including the Angels, four vampires, and his own team of six. Because of the trip to Site R, the assault on the rape camp, and sending the Angels west with the vaccine for the Zombie Virus, those numbers had dwindled down to Dravko, Tibor, DeWitt, and Roberta. Bringing along Linda had been a necessary evil; although not psychologically ready to face a rotter horde, she was the only person in the group with medical experience, and they needed her to gather supplies inside the pharmacy. Robson had left Caslow back at Gilmanton, ostensibly to take care of Wayans. In reality, he didn’t want him around. So that left him with a total of seven people, half of them untrained, to break into a Walmart,