Hank and Juan's Story

The doc was an older man, probably 55 or 60 years old, he had gray hair that was combed over the top of his head, he worn a white doctor’s coat and carried a stethoscope around his neck. His body was pretty lean, not quite gaunt, but maybe only a day or two away from having that description. His gray hair matched his slate colored eyes, his tan skin did not, liver spots run up over his head and on the backs of his hands, when Juan had met him, only yesterday, the Doc had explained that he was an avid golfer. There was no real problem with the Doc that Juan could put his finger on, but he made Juan uneasy, for some reason he reminded Juan of Jack, seeing the two of them together they did not share any of the same physical characteristics, but there was something there. The nurse, Beth, had been with the doc when Juan and Hank came across them. They had not been boarded up in the clinic, some other guys, Max, Steve and a cop named Jane had already busted the zombies siege of the clinic, along with some kids who had a bunch of old fashioned swords. Max and his friends had opted to head west after Max’s wife, the kids had gone looking for their parents and Hank had put the Doc and Beth on the road to the Mike’s Club with most of their ammunition and guns from the gun shop they had raided. Beth was a woman who reminded Juan of a matron mother from an old movie he had seen once, she was pretty good sized, not fat, but literally ‘big boned’, her huge, manly frame was bigger than Juan, seeing Juan looking at her she flashed him a quick smile by way of greeting. He smiled back, he always had gotten on with less attractive women, other than his wife, a curse he supposed, God’s way of making sure he did not stray off the narrow, narrow path of fidelity. Beth was a blond, with blue eyes shoulder length hair and fairly pale skin, like that of a vampire. She worn a white nurses uniform, from the shoes, pants and up to the shirt, she stopped just shy of the whole get up, there was not a cute little nurses cap on her head.

“Hank get bit?”, Jack asked Juan, bringing him back in the present.

“No. No! Just got into a little fight with Dave.”

Jack’s eyebrows went up, “Really? Then I guess Hank is a pretty bad mother fucker himself, eh? You get into it with Dave, Juan?”

Juan laughed a little, thinking of how the rumors would now start about Hank fighting Dave, then said, “No senor, barely a scratch on me. I kept behind a gun. But I did shoot Dave, so did Hank. Dave has a way of not dying, you know?”

“I could see that. He gonna be trouble to you think?”

“Yeah, I think. We better make sure the boys keep a good watch. He almost got Hank’s gun too, if he gets a gun we could have more troubles. The others are going to have to start keeping their heads down.”, said Juan, “Anyone else wander in? Some kids with swords? A cop named Jane?”

“No, no one like that, but this place has been growing, we have probably a couple hundred people hear now. Up from what? The eighty we brought? It ain’t gonna hold us all much longer. Doc saw that when I spoke to him about you and Hank last night. He though we should move to a bigger place, a hospital, they have food there, lots of rooms, places for people to shower, kind of like a hotel, only better able to deal with large amounts of people. We’ll have to talk later with you and Hank, if he can. We need to get organized. I don’t think anyone is coming for us and we need some leaders with authority to get things dones.”

Juan’s eyebrows raised up, “Si? Really why don’t you think anyone is coming for us?”

“Come on Juan it has been what? Since Monday or Sunday when this thing happened? Today is Thursday, and we have had NO WORD AT ALL from ANYONE in power. You know why?”

Juan shook his head.

“’Cause we are poor, they don’t care about us, we didn’t elect them, we didn’t vote for them, we are no one they need. How many rich people you run into while you were running around?”, Jack overroade Juan’s protests, “No, no I mean really rich people? They knew this was coming and they got out to where it was safe. If we are going to survive we gotta do it on our own, using our own heads, no more government shits telling us what to do. It is the way a lot of them feel too, we have been hung out to dry for a long time, the lower class has gotten larger, the middle class has shrunk to a pittance and those lucky few with money rule us, but are above the laws themselves. It has been happening for a long time and this is the rich man’s way of wiping out the ‘untouchables’ of our country.”

Looking at him Juan replied, “I don’t know much about that Jack. I know we don’t have no help, but if they wipe us out, who does the work? Some old rich dude gonna get his hands dirty fixing his own car? His rich son gonna grow his own chronic? I dunno, I can see us getting ourselves out of this mess though, I really can. The zoms, they ain’t that smart.”

Looking in Juan’s eyes Jack conceded the point, “Maybe, maybe man, they could keep a few of us around to take care of the work. Not much better than slaves. But not here, not in Denver, we have been written off. Anyone here has been.”

Hank groaned and started flailing around as the doc probed his back and Juan went forward towards his best friend. Jack clapped him on the back and called after him, “I’ll tell everyone about Dave, Juan. I’ll pass the word along.”

The doc was sponging off Hanks back with the assistance of his nurse and several of the women. Small kids were poking curiously through the mother’s legs and perched atop the fiesta looking down at what was going on. Juan called out in Spanish for the mothers to get the little kids out of here, calling to Nanci to take the gringo kids and get them cleaned up and in new clothing and NOT to leave them alone. Jack called out to the men to leave Hank and Juan alone and that he needed to talk to them out in the main store and let them know what happened. As if by magic the two men’s words cleared the garage out, all that were left were some older ‘grandmas’ and one woman Hank had actually dated more than once, Evaine, who was holding Hank’s hand while the doc and nurse cleaned him up. One of the old women made room for Juan by Hank’s head and another one was taking the bloody rags from the doctor while the nurse handed him clean gauze.

The doctor was working feverishly, trying to stop to get a good look at the damage as he controlled the bleeding. Eventually he looked up at Juan, “Hm what happened?”

“He got into a fight with a super zombie and bum rushed into the car. Hard enough to break the car windows.”

“Hard enough to break his ribs! He is damn lucky he didn’t get his back broken in the process. I don’t see any bubbles, but there is no way to know if his diaphragm was ruptured, the wound is pretty low so I am betting there is damage, at least a tear.”

“So what does that mean? Is he gonna make it?”, Juan asked nervously.

“Hm, should. He should, if his wounds don’t get infected. He should be up and running around in couple of days, if it is just his ribs anyway, he is gonna be sore for a long while until they heal up. That is a best case scenario though, he might be down for months.This place has a pharmacy, but you know, I am not a pharmacist. Me mixing up antibiotics might not be such a good idea.” The doc paused in his bloody work, holding one gloved hand up against the gauze on Hank’s back he gestured for Juan to pull the pen out of his breast pocket, “Get the pad too. Beth write this down.” He then listed off several medicines and told the nurse to hand the list to Juan, “You get into the pharmacy and see if there are any medicine made up, I have been here a few time and they had the meds in white plastic bags hung with magnets near the ‘pay here’ sign, on the inside of the pharmacy above the counter. Any pre-made medicines with these names on the bottles and you bring them to me, okay?”

Juan nodded, said, “Si.” And took off through the door where he ran into a crowd of people looking anxiously on. He rapid fired a few words at them and two younger men ran off back into the warehouse store and one accompanied Juan over to the pharmacy, which was still locked up.

A metal grate was pulled down over the front of the entire store front, next to the open ‘cafeteria’ style service counter was a metal door, which was locked. The two younger men Juan had sent out had returned, one hefting an acetylene torch, the other had a pair of bolt cutters. Juan took the bolt cutters and broke the pad locks holding the metal grate to the floor. The grate came up. The man with the torch set it down and scrambled into the pharmacy over the counter, he then unlocked the door and let them all in. The four of them looked at the white plastic bags arrayed on a metal strip and held up with magnets, right where the doctor said they would be. Juan put the list of name up on the ‘upper’ counter top so everyone could read the four drugs the doctor had written there and the men commenced looking through all of the bags and tossing any bottles with those names into a new bag. They ended up with 7 bottles of medication that matched what the doctor needed.

Rushing back to the garage Juan pushed his way through to the door, quite a few of the men were still there, however enough were gone to make Juan think that the building would be well watched.

Inside the shop Kevin had taken his place by Hank’s head. Juan held out the bag to the nurse who rifled through it and said, “Yeah one of these will do just fine, probably no worry of infection if he takes these.”

Juan watched in fascination while the doctor stitched up Hank’s back, nothing like how he thought stitches would be applied. After he put in a half dozen he looked up and said, “I think that will do Beth, six should hold him together until he heals up, even given that I bet he will be moving around more than a normal patient.” Looking at Juan he said, “Think we can convince him he needs to sit around for a few days?”

“Only if he can drink a few beers.”, Juan joked.

The doc laughed, “Hm, normally I would say ‘no’ to that, but you know we might not have many ways to manage the pain, alcohol and some time in one of those high end lazy boys out there might be all he gets!” Turning more serious he continued, “We have to get these ribs wrapped though, not much else for it, Juan and, excuse me, what is your name son?”, asked the doctor towards Kevin.

“Kevin.”

“Kevin, okay, you and Juan are going to have to help me with that, Hank weighs too much for me to handle by myself. Let me get him bandaged up first then we wrap him like a mummy. Almost.”

Another half hour and Hank was wrapped up from his nipples down almost to his belly button. The doctor had Juan call through the door for someone to get some orange juice out of the cooler, one of the gallons, which he had them set by one of the lazy boys, then he called in a few men to move Hank gently to a blanket. Three men lined up on each side of the blanket and gently lifted Hank up to carry him over to the chair, where they sat him down. Turning the chair towards a nearby television they pretty much formed a circle around Hank, watching him and waiting.

Juan started to ask the doc a question, the doctor spoke up first, “I don’t know Juan, he probably passed out from a combination of pain and blood loss. Not to mention I bet he has not been sleeping all that well the last few days, I know I haven’t. His body, like yours, needs a break. We need to get some juice into him, plus one of each of these pills, this one for pain, this one for infection. I would start an IV, or rather have Beth start one, but we don’t have the equipment, unless you boys want to head to a hospital and scrounge some supplies up? I don’t know if we need to yet, time will tell. I will say this, I have been practicing a long time and I have seen a lot of wounds from my time in the various emergency rooms I worked in, I think he will be find. A good sleep and he will awake up screaming in pain, give him some pain killers and let him sleep another day and I bet he will be up moving around, that is what my gut is telling me. Meanwhile, you and, Kevin? Yeah Kevin should probably sit down in chairs on either side of Hank and take a load off for awhile, okay? Let me take a look at you both first, make sure you aren’t hurt or anything.”

The doc looked both of them over, applied hydrogen peroxide to their scrapes and looked at all their bruises. Finally he said, “You’ll survive, probably you just need some rest, so, rest!”

Reluctantly Juan slide into the chair next to Hank, he immediately had two of the smaller children crawl into his lap, Kevin sat down in the seat next to Juan, one away from Hank. He didn’t get the benefit of a kid, but they didn’t know him as well as they knew Juan. The last thing Juan thought was, ‘I am not that tired.’ Then he was asleep. A few hours later he woke with a start at Hank’s coughing and moaning. Moaning because he was coughing, most likely. One of the little abuelitas approached him and made comforting sounds to him and tried to get him to drink some orange juice, after the first sip Hank drank from the jug greedily, the old lady stopped him and gave him a couple of the pills to take, which Hank did without protest, his face having a pained expression, then he drank some more juice before trying to sit up. He stopped that pretty quickly as a sharp stab of pain hit him in the back. Looking over he saw Juan and the two kids on the chair next to him, with Nanci sitting on the floor leaning up against Juan’s chair. “Juan you look like shit.” Hank croaked out.

“Si.” Juan replied. “Y tu tambien. I look better than you though, always have.”

Settling back reluctantly Hank said in spanish, “Man I gotta wee. Anyway to get me up from here? So I can walk to the bathroom?”

One of the old ladies went off to find the doctor, while Juan tried to get up without disturbing the children who were still sleeping on him. He was unsuccessful in that respect and one of the kids started to cry, grumpy at being woken up from his nap. The kid’s mother was there pretty quick to comfort the toddler and Nanci helped settle the other while Juan finished getting up. Juan went over to stand by Hank and pushed the foot of the chair down slowly, which sat Hank up slowly. They then grabbed each other’s wrists and Hank grimaced, but pulled himself up.

“So am I gonna live buddy?”

“Si. I think so. You hurting?”

“Pretty painful yeah. Well if my bladder doesn’t get drained soon I am gonna be in pain and all wet, help me to the bathroom? You don’t have to hold my wang, just get me pointed in the right direction.”

Laughing Juan said, yes and walked Hank across half the store to the bathrooms. They were intercepted by the doctor, who had a Tupperware bowl in his hand.

“Ah Hank you need to take it easy, no moving around for a couple days.”, said Doc.

“Let me guess, you wanted me to piss in the bowl, right?”

The doctor nodded his head, “Yeah, even if it is in the bathroom, I want to see if there is any blood in your urine.”

The journey to the bathroom was unpleasant with Hank handling his hardware while Juan steadied him from behind and the doctor held the bowl in front of him. “God this is embarrassing.”

“Get over it Hank, you are an asset to the group and any little humiliation you might suffer is for the good of everyone, if it improves your chances of recovery.”, The doctor looked at Hank’s urine in the white Tupperware bowl, “Yep, blood in the urine, figured that, but had to check it. We will need to keep monitoring it and see if it stops.”

Hank held up one of his hands, “Wait doc, uh, lets say it doesn’t, what can we do?”

The doctor looked frustrated, “Good question, normally internal bleeding requires surgery to stop it, obviously you are not dieing from internal injuries yet, you are still walking around breathing and all. If it keeps up though maybe I could go in…I am not a surgeon though. Still you never know when one is going to come in off the street. I should keep gathering information if I can, just in case.”

Hank grumbled a bit and the doc asked, “What was that? Stool samples? Yeah I would like those too, if you don’t mind.” The doc crossed the bathroom and dumped Hank’s urine into a toilet before coming back to the sink and rinsing the bowl out. “Speaking of people coming in off the street, we have gotten a few, about half of them are kids too. No sign of Michael and his crew yet though.” Michael and his friends had been at the clinic the day before and had refused to travel with Hank and Juan, saying they needed to get to where their parents worked and check on them, if they could, they promised, they would come to the Mike’s club and join Hank when they were done. The teenagers were unique in that they had been members in some sort of fantasy group and they had ‘suited up’ before leaving home, they wore steel mail and carried swords and axes in addition to baseball bats. The other people at the doctor’s clinic had included a police officer and she had given the kids a couple of hand guns and ammunition too.

“Well that is too bad. I don’t know how much longer their armor is going to be useful, but I suspect they will be alright.”

“Anyway, we got these newcomers coming in, and if they keep trickling in we are going to have to move to, or expand to a different base of operations, maybe the ice arena or someplace huge like that.”

“Geez doc didn’t you watch the Katrina thing? There ain’t no food in a stadium, we gotta stay around grocery stores for now, so we don’t end up starving anyway. Plus I don’t mean to sound bad, but I bet the survivors start to trickle off pretty soon. Any sign of Dave or any other smart zombies?”

“You have only been out a few hours Hank, nothing yet. Okay so no stadium. What about a hospital? It has kitchens, lots of private rooms and we could use the medical equipment. Hank, the stragglers, they have some bitten among them. The boys won’t let them in, they are keeping them in the parking lot away from everyone else.”

“Shit. Shit.” Hank thought for a moment, then said, “Shit. Okay who is kinda leading the men at this point?”

“Jack.”, said Doc and Juan at the same time.

Hank’s eyebrow went up, “Really? Talk about rising to the occasion, eh? Well have him come talk to me if he wants to. The bitten are probably dead doc, unless you managed to whip up a cure in the last few days? Well they are probably dead then, but Kevin, he knew an old man who had been bit and didn’t turn, so there might be a chance for some of them.”

“Someone survived? How many days, is he still alive?”

“Er, well you might want to talk to Kevin about that, say where is Kevin?”

“He was on the other side of me, when I fell asleep next to you Hank.”, said Juan.

“Yeah, he only slept a couple of hours and then wanted to see the sights a bit. One of the boys is probably still showing him around. The younger guys have broken out all the video games and they have some sort of tournament going on, he might be over there.”, said Doc.

“Well, you might ask him about it, I can’t remember if he told us how long the guy lived, but he is not alive now. Just ‘cause you got bit doesn’t mean you are safe from them. All I know is the guy’s wife got bit and she died and turned.” Shrugging Hank said, “Ask Kevin.” The doctor said he would do that, then checked Hank’s bandages before heading off to try and find Kevin.

Hank and Juan made it back to their chairs and Hank was surprised to see the little girl and boy they had pulled out of the SUV sitting in their chairs, the other kids were not really playing with them, not ignoring them, but just kind of holding back. Both kids were dressed in clean white t-shirts, grey sweat pants and were bare foot. Hank could see that they had been cleaned up and outfitted from the club supplies, as he recalled though the place did not stock a lot of children’s clothing. The t-shirts looked like women’s smalls to him, they were just a little too big. The boy would probably die of embarrassment if he were told he was wearing a girl’s t-shirt. Seeing them Hank raised his eyebrows to Juan, who shook his head, unknowing as to what was going on.

The girl spoke up as they got close. “Hi Hank, hi Juan.” Then she couldn’t say any more, but started crying and ran over and hugged Hank tightly.

Wincing in pain Hank said, “Oh girl! Oh girlie, hold on a minute here, you are hurting my ribs!”, the girl heard him and softened her embrace, she did not let go or stop crying. Her brother, seeing his sister cry, started crying himself. One of the women nearby came up and picked him up and held him while big, silent tears rolled down his cheeks.

“Shh, shhhh, you will be okay now kid, you will be okay. I am sorry. I wish we could have saved your mom and dad, we just got there too late, I am so sorry!”, Hank whispered to the girl. She continued to cry, while Hank shuffled over to his seat, “I gotta take a load off girl, will you help me sit down again?”

The girl helped Hank sit and lean back before asking if she could sit with him. Hank reluctantly agreed, soon enough she was joined by her brother and all three of them made the chair positively full, it was not completely uncomfortable, just a little awkward when any of them shifted position. Hank learned the boy was named Cage and the girl was Sylvia. After crying for awhile Sylvia said, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I am just so scared. And sad, I have never been so sad before.”

Hank nodded agreement to that, “You are going to be sad when you think about this for the rest of your life Sylvia. No one can make that go away, but you’ll have good times again too.”

“I don’t want good times! I don’t deserve them! I should have helped dad when they got him, then helped mom, and all I did was hide in back of the car, I should never have good times again ever.”

Putting his hand on her back and rubbing it Hank said, “No you did what your mom wanted. You saved your little brother and yourself. I bet she told you to hide I the back of the car, didn’t she? Sylvia?”

Nodding, Sylvia, said, “Ye-yeah, but I could have done something! They took off my mom’s clothes! And she was bleeding! And her arm! Her arm was gone after the accident, they bit off her arm!”

“No, no dear, try not to think of it, you just don’t think of it like that. The zombies, the bad guys, they didn’t bite your mom’s arm off, it happened in the accident, we think, when the car rolled over. You did what she wanted, she must have known Sylvia, she must have known Juan, Kevin and I would be along to save you. That’s why she told you to hide, so she and your dad could fight the bad guys off until we got there. Only something went wrong and the bad guys got them too soon, too soon before we could save all of you. I am so sorry Sylvia.”

Sylvia seemed to digest the lie, she wanted to believe she had done the right thing, but even at 11 years old she knew a lie when she heard one, if only she could believe she had done the right thing, maybe then she could forgive herself for not dieing alongside her parents. Not admitting Hank was right, she gave him a curt nod that seemed to say, “I will think about your explanation of events and regard them as true until such time as I can come up with a better argument as to what really happened.” Of course Sylvia did not say that, Hank just took it that way, then nodded back and pulled her close in another hug. From an aisle over Evaine was watching Hank intently, even though he could not see her, she smiled slightly to herself as she walked away to help the women with lunch.

Cage was not arguing any points with Hank, he was just keenly aware that his mother and father were gone and would never be back. Thankfully, he did not carry any survivor’s guilt on his soul.

Juan, meanwhile had safely settled back into his chair and was surrounded by kids again, mostly boys and younger girls. The kids all had hand held game players and were eager to show Juan how they could all play together wirelessly. Juan watched them for a minute or two coaching them when he noticed Cage watching them with interest. Juan tousled one boy’s hair and whispered in his ear that he should go and get Cage a game too. Eager to please the boy ran off and was back and showing Cage how to play in less than five minutes. They had a little bit of a language barrier, the boy was Hispanic and not yet in school, and spoke little English, however video game playing would not be denied and through gestures and much button poking the boys got Cage playing the racing game they were all in. This made life easier for Hank as Cage soon wandered off with the pack of boys, who were already teaching him to say things in Spanish. They didn’t go far though, just over to an outlet where they could all plug in their games instead of running off battery power. They sat on a carpet, which had been rolled out by the women, who had also set up a play area for the toddlers which was ringed in with boxes and chairs so they could not easily escape. The 15-16 year old teen girls were assigned the task to watch the children and Hank noticed that one girl in particular was keeping an eye on Cage.

Juan saw Hank’s interest, “I asked Nanci to clean them up and keep someone watching them.” He said in Spanish, “Nanci said they don’t have many kids cloths here, no shoes either and their shoes were all bloody so they washed them and set them to dry up on the roof, not that they seem to mind going without shoes. She wants us to raid a clothing store or a Wal-mart to get all the kids and some adults the essentials, underwear, socks, shoes, that sort of thing. Plus she says the doc is complaining about no equipment, he stitched you up with thread one of the women boiled up in water on a hot plate, he was not happy about it either.”

“Ah it is summer, we won’t have to worry about cloths right now, just put all the kids in swimsuits and hose em down, once a day.”

Juan looked at Hank as if he were crazy, “You never had to deal with kids much did you Hank? You know what kind of rash they would get if you do that?”, shaking his head, “You better not tell Nanci that either, unless you are joking. Here she comes now, hope you are hungry friend.”

Indeed Hank was hungry, he accept the plate from Nanci for himself and Nanci handed another one to Sylvia, speaking in Spanish Nanci said, “Sorry she is barefoot Hank, her shoes, they were dirty, we got them clean, but they are still drying. All those dryers they got here, right? They take special plugs, so we can’t use them without re-wiring something somewhere. Alfonso is a journeyman electrician; he is going to get a bank of dryer’s set up for us near the electric box, when he has time. Right now he is working on getting a bunch of generators hooked up on the roof, so when the power cuts out we won’t lose electricity to the cooler and stuff. We can hook up a washer too, but only with cold water from a hose, they got a hot water heater near the bathrooms, but the men think setting up a shower is more important. I think so too.”

Hank read between the lines, clothes could be cleaned in cold water, bodies could not. He did not doubt for a moment that one of the women had suggested showers instead of washers to one of the men, who was led to believe it was his bright suggestion. Sighing and thinking about the ‘way the world works’ he thanked Nanci for the food.

After handing out the food Nanci asked if they wanted to watch tv, there was nothing on locally, but one of the women had set up several dvd players and they had at least a hundred newer titles to choose from, in addition to some older classics. All in high definition, full color too. Sitting back Hank watched a kid’s comedy a movie starring twins who were taking up where the Olson twins had left off so many years ago. He must have dozed off, because the credits were rolling for the movie, he saw Evaine approaching him she grabbed his dirty plate, she had another jug of juice in her hands too and a half smile one her face.

“Hank, the doc says you gotta finish that gallon off and I have to leave this on here for you to finish off over the rest of the afternoon, plus two more gallons tomorrow, after that you get to drink yourself silly on beer and liquor so he can save the pain medicine for other people who need it more badly.”

She stood by while he finished off his jug of juice, though he did cheat by letting Sylvia have a few gulps too. Then he handed her the empty and she sat the full one down on a tray by the side of his chair. She pulled a couple of medicine bottles out of a fanny pack she was wearing and held them up in her hand.

“Doc also said to sleep as much as you can, and take one of these four times a day until they are all gone and to take these as you need for the pain, but the more you take, the less other people can take later. Got it?”

Hank nodded yes sleepily and watched as Evaine gathered up Juan’s plates and several other that had been set down by the children watching the movie. Juan was not in the chair by Hanks side, but he walked up as Evaine walked off, he watched Hank watch Evaine.

“You are doomed you know. Why did you not date her more? Call her? Heh?”, asked Jaun.

“Naw, me? She is just a kid, what? 24? Thirteen years younger than me man, too young, we got nothing in common, though she is easy on the eyes.”

“Nothing in common, isn’t that good? Gives you more to talk about….late at night.”

Shrugging his shoulders, Hank responded, “Well maybe, but things have changed now, no time for stuff like that anymore, heh? I don’t even know, you know, how to do that stuff anymore, like dating and all, the other parts I still get.”

Shrugging back Juan said, “Too old for love, huh? Still life goes on amigo. This is a mess and I am not talking of making a family right here and now, we’re gonna beat these things and people like you and me, workers who know how to put broken things back together, we are gonna do well.”

“Ha! Look around Juan! You see any useless bodies around here. Hell even our former drug pushers are productive these days, sure we are all wondering what the future will bring, but these people. “, Hank paused and waved his arm around at all the people in the Mike’ Club, “THESE people, know there is going to be a future and that we are going to be a part of it.”

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