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here.”
    “Not ‘til you let us go.”
    “Fine, I’ll just take them after I kill you.”
    “They won’t do you any good if you can’t find the car.”
    “It’s a 12 foot long, 4 ton vehicle somewhere between here and the Town. I doubt it’ll be that hard to find.”
    She had a point.
    “You’re not driving it so my guess is that if I head down the main drag towards the Town I’ll find it run out of gas about halfway there.”
    “Fine; just don’t kill me in front of the boy,” I said as I slid him off my back.
    “It’s the least I could do,” Rosie replied. She even curtsied like Maid Marian.
    I tossed the keys at her and as she strained in the dim light to see them quickly slid a knife from the makeshift sleeve on my left arm. I aimed for center mass but missed badly. Still, it managed to sink itself into her right arm causing her to drop the gun and her flare. I pounced immediately, grabbing the gun from the floor before she even realized what was happening.
    “Damn that hurt,” she growled while giving me the stink eye something awful. The light of the flare at her feet gave her an even more menacing look and I suddenly had a vision of what hell must look like.
    “Well the quicker you get us out of here, the quicker you can get that taken care of,” I said with the gun pointed directly at her. “So start walking.”
    Fire once again danced in her eyes, but Rosie said nothing. Instead she picked up her flare, turned around and continued on towards the light.
    Thankfully the tunnel opened up to a more spacious area with a couple oil lamps hanging from the rock walls. Through an opening at the far end of the room I could see the silhouette of trees in the moonlight.
    “That’s far enough,” I said, causing Rosie to stop dead in her tracks. From where we were at I had enough room to safely move around her while still keeping the gun on her. It was a sensible move, one I was sure she expected, so I’m sure she was shocked when I came up from behind, flipped the gun around and smashed the butt of the grip into the side of her head just behind the ear. Well she might not have been shocked right then, but I’m sure she was when she awoke a few minutes later to find me and the kid long gone. I almost felt bad leaving her there crumpled on the floor of the cave but I really couldn’t trust her to not try killing me again so there really was no other option.
    Rosie had managed to get us to the outskirts of Culver City and for that I was grateful so I left the revolver at her feet before heading out into the moonlight. I was sure Excalibur would be enough to handle any of the infected we might encounter and I still had the one bullet I needed for myself. Besides, she’d probably need it once the Cousins found out what she did to Bubba’s guys.
    With the kid once again clinging to my back, I headed in a roundabout way towards the tracks. I was sure the Cousins or some of their goons would be patrolling that close to the city so I waited until we were at least a mile away before I made my way through the brush once again to follow the tracks towards the hospital. It wouldn’t take us all the way, but it would get us within sight of the building before we had to leave its security.
    I should have been exhausted by then, and mentally I was starting to get a little foggy, but my body wasn’t ready to stop so I kept pushing. The thing is, the farther we went, the better my body responded and after the second mile I even broke out into a light jog that eventually turned into a run. At that point I decided to chance a quick glance at Willie’s watch and I can only imagine the look on my face when I saw it wasn’t quite 4 am. By my calculations we only had a couple miles left, and almost two hours to make it. Even with all the interruptions we actually had a shot to get him there in time, so I picked up the pace even as we left the train tracks and headed to the main road.
    Trees lined both sides of the

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