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marched through the row of townhouses, Kade kept his eyes on the
windows. He wasn’t sure if he hoped or feared he would see movement. When they reached
Mick’s cruiser in visitor parking, they appeared to be alone.
    Mick and Tiny took the front seats, leaving the back for Kade, Ashton and Argos.
Mick drove out of the parking lot, while Ashton leaned her head against the barrel
of her rifle. Her breathing became short, like hiccups.
    “Ash, breathe deep,” Tiny said, glancing at them in the mirror.
    Kade rubbed his sister’s back. His eyes never left her as she fought to regain control
of her breathing. He had faith in Tiny, who was former military, and Mick, who was
a police officer, to be able to handle the transition into the Primal Age, but he
wasn’t sure about Ashton.
    She was one of the best athletes he had ever known, so he wasn’t worried about her
physically, but yesterday she was rehabbing to prepare for her freshmen year. He
would be there to help her transition through the change, but the apocalypse had
set on the old world like a closing curtain. And now the Primal Age had begun.
    “I’m here. Don’t worry, Ash. I’m here. We’re going to be okay,” Kade said.
    Ashton’s breathing slowed and she looked at him. “I’m okay. I just had to get that
out of my system.”
    “We’re going to be okay,” Kade repeated.
    “Damn right we will,” Ashton said as she scratched Argos’s muzzle.
    During the remainder of the drive to Tiny’s house, Mick scanned the channels on his
radio, searching for any other brothers in blue that might still be alive. Each channel
that responded with static added another rock to Mick’s burden.
    They came around the last turn to Tiny’s house, in a neighborhood of small ranch
homes. Standing guard in front was Old Yeller. After Tiny had been medically discharged
for her leg injury, she had used a connection to get herself a job driving a school
bus until she could find better work. Part of the deal of driving a bus was that
she was allowed to keep it at her house. They all had come to affectionately call
the eyesore Old Yeller.
    Mick parked the car, while the rest of them disembarked.
    “Keep it running. I’ll be two minutes,” Tiny said.
    “Ash, take shotgun. I’ll ride the rest of the way with Tiny,” Kade said.
    Ashton slid into the front seat. “Try not to trip, fall, and have sex while you’re
in there.”
    Kade and Tiny ignored her jest and took Argos with them into the house.
    Mick hung up the radio. “They’d be doing us all a favor if they would get that tension
out of the way now.”
    “I just wish they’d hurry up so we can leave. I hate this waiting around in the open.
Who knows when more of those things will come after us?”
    “I wish we could check these houses for other survivors,” Mick said.
    Ashton shook her head. “Think about how dangerous that would be for us. Risking our
lives for people we don’t even know doesn’t make sense.”
    “I’m a police officer. That’s what I do every day.”
    “Protect us, then,” Ashton said, as Kade came out of the house carrying a large duffel
bag.
    “She has him so whipped,” Mick said.
    Ashton imitated the crack of a whip.
    * * *
    “No one ever wanted to believe us, but we were right! Goddamn government,” Lucas
said, as he and Kade walked around his garage.
    Lucas could easily pass for Jesus in appearance—but only in appearance. His long
hair and scraggly beard disguised the fact that that he was a shrewd businessman.
He’d adopted the persona when he started a solar company because it increased sales.
    “I’m just glad someone believed me right away,” Kade said. Argos came after them,
his eyes never leaving Lucas.
    “Isn’t that Jem’s mutt?” Lucas asked as they strolled toward his SUV that had a
trailer loaded with two ATVs.
    “I haven’t been able to get a hold of Jem,” Kade replied as he eyed the red gas cans
aligned in a neat row on the trailer.
    “Who did we find