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following day the group once again set out in
their convoy, heading for the outskirts of a nearby city, looking
to forage anything useful that they could find, as they had become
so accustomed to doing. Twenty five miles down the road, Connor
called Bruce to the front of the vehicle where he was at the
wheel.
    “Bruce, one of the RVs behind us is all over the
road,” he said.
    Bruce looked in the driver’s side mirror. He could
see the wagon veering across the road. This was not at all in
keeping with their strict manner of working.
    “Dylan, get on the radio and find out what the fuck
is happening with that RV, it looks like Rattlesnake,” said
Bruce.
    Each of the vehicles had a name, not just to create
a bond and attachment for its crew, but also a designation to keep
things simple and clear when discussing convoy formations and
tactics and logistics.
    “Rattlesnake, this is Road Hog, come in,” said
Dylan.
    “This is Rattlesnake, Jackson is at the wheel and
he’s been drinking, he’s pretty off it, over,” said Christian.
    “Give me the handset!” said Bruce.
    “Tell him to put the fucking bottle down and let
someone else take over, over!” shouted Bruce.
    “I already told him that boss, he’s wild,” said
Christian.
    “I’m bringing the convoy to a stop, over,” said
Bruce.
    “Connor, bring us to a halt, slowly,” he
ordered.
    Connor slowed the group down to a stop and Bruce was
immediately out the door and onto the hot asphalt. Before he could
step any further down the convoy to sort the mess out, Rattlesnake
pulled out of the convoy and accelerated down the line. Bruce
flailed his arms about, furious.
    “Jackson! Stop the fucking vehicle!” shouted
Bruce.
    It had no effect, the big RV stormed past him. Jake
pulled up with his battered old truck beside Bruce.
    “Bruce, what’s going on?” asked Jake.
    “That idiot is off his face!” Bruce replied.
    “Jump in!” shouted Jake.
    Bruce jumped into the truck bed, thankful of the old
man’s help just as he had been a year before. The v8 rumbled as
Jake followed on after the RV. Bruce stood up in the back of the
truck, holding onto the roll bar running over the cab.
    “Pull up alongside the driver’s side!” shouted
Bruce.
    They were nearing Rattlesnake when it swerved off to
the side the road, a wheel clipping a rock and sending it onto two
wheels before slamming to the dirt on its side and sliding for
thirty feet. Jake slammed the brakes and slid to a halt not far
behind it.
    “Fuck me!” shouted Bruce.
    “What do you want me to do?” asked Jake,
    “Radio Road Hog, tell them to bring the convoy up,
we’ve got some mess to sort out! And tell them we may need some
medical attention,” said Bruce.
    He jumped off the back of the truck and ran over to
the crashed RV. Bruce could already hear the groans of agony from
inside, at least that meant they were alive. These vehicles were
built to be completely sealed from zombies, and therefore were not
at all easy to get into. He got up alongside the roof, the hatch on
top being the easiest thing for him to reach.
    “Christian, Christian! Open the roof hatch!”
screamed Bruce.
    There was no reply, all Bruce could hear was the
sound of Jake talking to the convoy on his radio. Finally Bruce
could hear the sound of someone stumbling around inside the RV.
    “Christian, open the hatch!” shouted Bruce.
    The bolt slid across and the roof hatch swung open.
Christian had blood dripping down his face and was cradling his
left arm, he was battered and bloody.
    “How is everyone else?” asked Bruce.
    “Jackson is unconscious up front, Carly and Jack are
down on the floor, I think Carly’s leg is broken, Jack is just
bashed about,” said Christian.
    “What a fucking idiot!” shouted Bruce.
    The first vehicles of the convoy pulled up alongside
them on the road by Jake’s truck. Five people ran to the aid of the
stricken vehicle, those with first aid or medical experience.
    “Jake, you and Dylan