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The marrow is pretty damn sweet. ” I almost hit him for that, and for the bloody grin he smiled, showing his triangle shaped teeth. Lisa DID hit him, hard, knocking out several more teeth. I let her work him over for a full minute, finally telling her to stop when she actually started to unpassionately slice an ear off.  Jesus, this girl could give Ziv a run for the money for scary shit.
    Still, I let her go on for as long as I did because I hated cannibals. We all did, but I think the reason we survivors did so much was because of how close we had all come to breaking that taboo and eating our fellow humans. After the breakdown of the supply chain, when Taco Bell or McDonalds didn’t have meal deals, and grocery stores weren’t sticking packages of steak in front of our fat American asses every day of the week, well, the only protein around, after the cats and dogs were roasted and picked clean, were other human beings. It happened. A lot. A general “Don’t ask, don’t tell” policy had become accepted in the survivor population, especially after we had gotten back on our feet, but some had gone overboard and gotten to prefer the taste of “long pork”. Those people, if you can call them that, we shot on site, like we had done in our ambush last night.
    We left his corpse hanging from a telephone pole along the side of the road. I had given him the mercy of putting a ladder up the pole and kicking it out from under him, instead of letting him dance while the rope slowly strangled him. He swung there, neck broken, foul smelling from the shit in his pants. Around his neck hung a sign that read “Deserter, United States Army”. Like it or not, sooner or later, this part of the country was going to be resettled and become civilized again, and we had just given it a first taste.

Chapter 215
    The next ten miles passed in a comfortable patrol, down the middle of Rt. 22 this time. I felt, and Red agreed with me, that we had probably destroyed the only real threat to us in the area last night, and I didn’t want to go stumbling into a stray Z like I had a few nights earlier.
    Jimmy Bognaski walked along side of me for a bit, busting my balls about whatever he could think of. He had always been like that, a wise ass joker, from the moment Red and I had saved his life outside of Troy. A Regular Army infantryman, Ski had spent the last six years fighting up and down the continent, but had finally hung up his spurs after getting wounded in a battle out in the Midwest.* Although he was still a Staff Sergeant in the Reserves, and I had been pushing him to go to OCS, Ski contented himself with running trade up and down the Hudson River. He had come along on this scout with me because he was between cargos for a week or two.
    “You seem to be a bit more, I dunno, chill about wasting people, Nick. How’s your head?”
    I looked at him a bit sideways. “What do you mean?”
    “I mean, how’s your head?”
    “I’m fine. Why?”
    “Cause two years ago, you almost tried to eat your pistol. Now you’re on a joyride through the countryside, killing Z’s and hanging cannibals, and it doesn’t seem to have bothered you in the slightest.”
    I shrugged and said “I always hated cannibals, and deserters even worse.”
    We kept walking along, and as we did I slowly spun in a three sixty circle, making sure everyone was paying attention to their surroundings. Just because we had apparently taken out the local bad guys, didn’t mean we needed to drop our guard.
    “Jimmy, I just don’t care anymore. I know Brit and the kids will be fine without me for a bit, and I really don’t give a shit about what happens to the rest of humanity, except my friends.”
    He spat some chew onto the ground, then asked, “So why are you out here?”
    Ahead of us, Lisa’s hand came up, and we all dropped down to one knee, scanning our sectors. After a few seconds, she waved us on and we continued walking.
    “Honestly, I missed it. You know