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how absolutely goddamned exciting a firefight is? I mean, I’m not looking to get killed, but we’re patrolling an area that sits between two major highways that are used by the Army and the Reclamation Corps. You know there’s no hordes waiting for us, air recon told us that. “
    “I know that some random bullet might take the top of your head off.”
    I nodded and smiled. “That’s true. But I was getting bored as hell with no Netflix.”
    Calling a halt, I pulled out my battered New York State atlas, conferring with the LT as to our position. Then I told him to go ahead and brief everyone. He took off his helmet and sat down on the rusted hood of a burned out car.
    “Listen up, everyone.” People’s ears were turned towards him, but no one broke security. Damn I loved working with professionals.  “About two miles ahead of here, from what we learned from the prisoner we took, is a sort of trading post slash inn. It’s run by a woman called ‘Large Marge’.”
    “And she looked like THIS!” I exclaimed. Only Lisa, who was in her late thirties, laughed. “It’s from a movie,” I said. “Pee Wee’s Big Adventure!”
    “Right, Chief,” said Jackson. “Old bastard” I heard him add under his breath.
    “ANYWAY,” said the LT “we’re NOT going to go in there guns blazing. I want to know what’s going on around here, and just like Sergeant Major Agostine’s place up in Stillwater, someone running a trading post is going to know a lot about everything.”
    “What I want to know,” asked Red “is how she survived when this here cannibal group we waxed last night was running around?”
    I spoke up. “The prisoner told us that they traded with her for vitamins, fruit, stuff like that in exchange for looted jewelry, loose ammo, anything of value they could scrounge. Still, I’m not going to trust her as far as I can throw her.”
    “You heard the Sergeant Major. Let’s keep our heads on a swivel and our fingers CLOSE to the trigger.” He looked at me to see if there was anything to add, but I shook my head. The kid was doing OK so far, and as we moved further into this mission, I’d let him step up more in command.
    “You know the drill,” I said. “PCC’s and PCI’s. Make sure your gear is tight and your weapons secured. We MAY have to haul ass if the shit hits the fan. Rally Point is on click 290 degrees magnetic. From there we will try to head to the Hudson River, if you can’t find the team. Get to the river and head north till you find the nearest settled village or checkpoint and report in. Shit or piss in pairs, take ten, and then we roll out.”  

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    Chapter 216
    The road wound its way through the valley towards the cross roads where the “trading post” was located. Our prisoner had been very forthcoming with information about the whole area north of the trading post, which apparently they “hunted” and foraged in. That had explained the lack of undead, and people, we had come across. We had been walking through prime farmland, and I kept a professional eye out on how far back it had sunk into the wild. The fields themselves were filled with brush and saplings, but most of the buildings were in decent shape. Many of the barns had stood for more than a hundred years anyway; a few more wouldn’t matter.
    The Federal Government had established a new capital in Albany, after the second plague had been released on the world two years ago. Refugees from the rest of the country were still arriving, and the FEMA camps were getting full. A new resettlement program, concentrating on the productive lands throughout the northeast, was in full swing, and our mission was to check out local conditions, find survivors, and mark out good resettlement towns. The Harlem Valley, which ran North / South along the NY / Massachusetts / Connecticut border, fit the bill perfectly. Despite being in close proximity to the NYC metro area, it had