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Joe doesn’t have much choice. Eventually someone will drive by, and even a teenager busy texting and driving as he cranks up the stereo and chugs his energy drinks will notice the blood sizzling in the sun. If that happens while Deke and I are hitching into town, everything falls apart.
And “Dear Lyft: pick me up at the heap of corpses” won’t end well.
Besides, I’m not sure I can walk to civilization. The heat is almost as debilitating as getting shot. Yes, we had half a case of bottled water in the car, but it’s full of bullet holes.
Joe grumbles again when we pick up Deke. Deke locked the sniper rifle in a case, but that doesn’t make Joe any happier.
But soon enough Joe drops Candy at a corner party store. She flashes me this look full of fear and hope and what-the-hell-just-happ
