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slowly opened my eyes to
see that he was about twenty-five feet
from where I stood and I let the arrow
fly. I was aiming right between his
eyes, but it hit over his right eye and a
slight angle to the left. He dropped
instantly. I could hear Tina and
Gizmo saying things in the
background, but I was so dazed in the
moment that I couldn’t make out what
they were saying. I dreaded having to
go retrieve the arrow from him, but
knew we could not afford to leave it. I
walked over and pulled it out slowly
“Rest in peace brother.” Walking
away from a man that had become my
family over the years was hard, but
what I did had to be done; I was not
going to leave him walking around as
a rotter in this world. Justin deserved
to be with his family that had been
taken just as he had been. I walked
back and just handed the bow back to
Bo and walked back to the cab.
I finished making my turn and got
back out onto the main road.
     
“You okay?” Kris asked.
     
I brushed my hand across my brow.
“I’m okay. Next stop, Tyler.”
    I drove until I hit my next highway
and took my right, taking out any
rotters that got in the way. A sign
started coming up, “Caldwell Zoo, 2
miles”.
    I followed the signs until we pulled
up into the zoo parking lot, then
stopped and got out to scan the area of
where we might be able to go to get
this shit done.
“Why are we at the zoo?” Steven
asked.
    “Yeah, we could have stayed
behind if you just wanted to take a
day trip.” Tina followed.
“Oh shit…we’re about to do some
hunting.” Gizmo suggested.
     
I looked over to all of them. “Yes,
we’re going to do some hunting.”
“What the fuck are you going to
hunt?” Tina asked.
    “Whatever we find.” I answered as
I started pulling stuff out of the back
of the deuce.
Everyone started grabbing the stuff
I was setting out.
     
“Why do we need the generator?”
Bo asked.
    “So we can hook up one of the ice
machines and pack the meat in these
ice chests.” I replied.
    Gizmo picked up one of the bows.
“That’s pretty damn smart. Actually,
this whole idea is pretty damn smart.
Who would have ever thought about
hunting in a zoo?”
    I ignored the compliment and filled
my arms with what I could. “Let’s
pick this shit up and get moving. I
want two people up front in case of
any rotters and everyone else with
their hands full.”
    Kris and Tina took the front as the
rest of us followed with the items.
Steven was just doing the best that he
could to keep up and keeping an eye
out for anything that would be coming
up from behind.
    We started moving with a purpose
down the long steep stairs and
through the entrance of the zoo that
had a tattered banner barely hanging
from above with a male lion’s face
plastered on the side and red lettering
with yellow trim that read “Welcome
to the Caldwell Zoo”.
    We moved passed the flamingos
and up a steep flat hill next to the
cheetahs and rhinos before reaching
the restaurant in the center of the zoo
that was overlaid with shade made
with branches and bark hanging down
to block out the sun’s rays for the
picnic tables. The restaurant had an
overview of the giraffes that were
slowly pacing around with mouthfuls
of hay.
    We walked into the restaurant and
setup the generator in an old
maintenance closet to muffle the
sound and ran a cord out to the ice
machine. We stacked all the ice chests
along the wall and placed the gas cans
near the maintenance closet.
    “Now what?” Bo asked while
clearing his arms of what was left to
unload.
    “Now we rest for a bit and l
et the
ice machine do its job, then we hunt
down some vehicles. They should
have some Gator carts or golf carts
around here somewhere.” I answered.
“Why do we need carts?” Bo
questioned further.
    “You don’t want to hump a
thousand-pound buffalo over your
shoulder back with you, do you?”
    He looked over at me with kind of
a blank face. “Okay, so we need a cart