I yawned and leaned back in my chair under the old tree. Stretching out my legs while I watched Ethan and Norah argue over the best way to wash the zombie guts off her jeep. Even though it was a nice mild day, I was happy here in my spot under the tree as the harsh Texas sun would wreak havoc with my pale complexion.
A few feet away, Ava (the little girl from the barn) was playing fetch with Moose, who was delighted with the attention. I smiled when he tirelessly brought back yet another stick to Ava, who laughed and clapped with delight.
The sound of a truck driving up Ethan's long drive reached my ears, and I sat up in my chair with one hand on my shotgun that laid across my lap, only relaxing when a rusty old pickup driven by an older man pulled into the driveway.
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