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Finished works:
   Billions
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   Outbreak
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   Undead
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   About a Woman
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   Zombie Nation
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Outbreak

Chapter 27

Jimbo guided Fred towards suburbia; a car sped by as they had left the parking lot, a few minutes later a block away another care sped by in the pre-dawn light. Jimbo thought a minute, he was not really that good at thinking just yet, it took effort and usually required that he stop moving. After figuring out that two cars went by, well maybe if that bitch Nancy and the gang were not dead, and he could feel it in his bones that she was not, they might, just might come looking for him. After all they only went back to the building for Fred in the first place. Jimbo pushed Fred faster along the sidewalk, following it as it became a bike path. He peeked out the other side and spotted where the path diverged into two directions, one towards more office building and stores, the other looked to run between two houses into a residential area, about a quarter mile away. Jimbo shrugged his cold shoulders, said, “I’m a little stiff this morning.” Laughed a dry, husky laugh and grabbed Fred by the hand pulling him towards the houses as fast as he could.

Surprisingly no four wheel drive suburban jumped onto the bike path to run them down, they made it flushing only a rabbit out of the bushes. Once they were in among the houses Jimbo stopped to evaluate the situation. The first couple of houses had broken windows, even a corpse in the back yard. No good. He needed something still locked up. Kind of like a Twinkie, he thought, if you can see the cream filling it probably means someone else has already bitten into it. So find the Twinkies that were still all yellow. He scanned the houses from the back, looking, looking, yes; there were several options, almost a six pack of them in visible range. That one, the one with all the kids’ toys scattered all over the yard. That met mom and dad had a kid, more than one to look at the place. Jimbo felt a momentary twinge of, almost, guilt, and then it passed, after all a man’s gotta eat. Anyway a mom, a dad and two kids? Maybe three? Maybe they were Mormons or Catholics, four kids? Oh yes the day could hardly get better than that, he led Fred up to the gate surrounding the house and pushed on it, it was locked. He could not get it open, ”Stupid, fucking gate”, he thought as he moved Fred next to the fence, he pushed Fred onto the ground, where he immediately started to get up again, acting fast, Jimbo hopped on his back and tilted himself over the fence. Then he turned and opened the gate and grabbed the, now standing, Fred.

Pulling the gate shut he latched it, no need to make it easier for anyone else after all. He led Fred up to the back patio door and tried to open it. It was locked. This delighted him. Locked doors met someone had locked them. He looked around and saw a flat cinder style block under the water faucet near the house. Fred was wandering the back yard and Jimbo reflect that it was very, very good that he had latched the gate after all. He reached the faucet and pulled up the stone, approaching the patio door he threw the rock through the window, it shattered and he reached his hand through the glass unlatching the door. In he went, the glass crutching under his reliable old work boots. He heard movement upstairs and smiled, the Twinkie had not bitten into by anyone else…

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