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            “Oh, come ON!” Nick yelled at the jet engines that rocketed through the sky above them.            Ellis stepped by him to help the former footballer to his feet. “Y’alright, Coach?”            The older man waved him away, obviously in a bit of a daze from the near miss. More so because their most direct path was lost. He approached the broken section of the highway and stared across it. Then his eyes moved down and he seemed to remember himself.            “Alright. Shit. Nobody panic. We gonna head down and find another way up onto the bridge.”            “Are you sure we

            He woke to voices in the cabin. They weren’t loud, but it was probably a good thing that the smallest sounds could wake him out of an exhaustion coma considering how the world had gone to hell. A similar sound must have woken Ellis because the sheets were empty in front of him. They were warm to the touch, though, so the other man hadn’t been gone all that long.            Nick rose and dressed quickly, wincing at the rigid state of his pants as he pulled them back into place. When he finished buckling his belt, he moved into the doorway and put his forearm up against one side of it to hold up his weight.          

            “Takes real talent to piss Ellis off,” Nick bit, because he was pretty pissed off, too, though that was nothing new. He turned back to the other man while fastening his belt back in place.            “Guess that puts me on your level?” Coach had moved to the opposite wall. He crossed his burly arms over his chest. His face was no longer twisted in rage but disgust.            That was something the gambler was used to. “Say whatever you need to make yourself feel better and then get the hell away from me.”            The older man made an abortive little snarl, but he shut his eyes tight a

            Ellis and Rochelle took off first, guns tucked tight as they sprinted. Their elder teammates followed, backtracking to give cover. They’d just about made it to the steps when the zombies started spilling over the worn wood.            “Throwing a pipe bomb!” Nick cried. The mechanic looked over his shoulder, watching the little silver cylinder bounce and roll into the middle of the yard. The infected swarmed around it, shrieking and snarling and punching at nothing to get the sound to stop. When it blew, body parts and dark, sick blood splattered the surrounding hedges.            Ellis turned then, focused o

            Okay, he’d made out with Nick.            Ellis McKinney had made out with Nick—shit, he didn’t even know his last name. He made out with a man whose last name he didn’t know. He’d made out with a man. The man he’d been stumbling around the better part of the last few days. The man who last night had been ready to punch him, never mind kiss him.            He hadn’t known what to expect when the older man had caught him staring. He’d been a right fool about it, too—acting like some teenager and ogling his bare chest like he’d never seen a man’s chest before.