The Horror Squad (Book 3)

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and
cleavers.
    Once I was finished washing, I laid
them out on a white kitchen towel
next to the sink. When I walked out
Milissa, Bobbi and Chelley were
walking back inside to start their shift.
I held the door open for them and
walked out.
    Tina was standing there taking
deep inhales from a cigarette. I could
see she had a decent grip on it seeing
as how her hands were trembling
uncontrollably. I wasn’t sure what to
say, so I decided to just walk on by
her, but she stopped me.
    As soon as I felt her hand on my
arm, I dropped my head and closed
my eyes, not wanting to see the grief
in her face, she threw her hands
around my neck and gave me a hug.
“Thank you for always being there for
my family.”
    That’s all she said and released her
hug and walked into the cafeteria.
Gizmo walked by and patted my back
and followed her inside with Cloie.
I continued to the school to find my
bed.
     
“TJ!” I heard someone call from
behind.
     
I turned to see Tiffany and Robin
standing there.
     
“What’s up?” I asked.
     
“Do you have a place we can catch
some “Z’s”?” Tiffany asked.
     
I turned back around. “Yeah,
follow me.”
    We walked into the school and to
the end of the hall. I walked into
Steven’s old room. It was a mess. I
guess from when Steven turned. Bo
was already there cleaning things up.
“Hey brother, do you want some
company?” I asked.
    He looked up at me from picking
things up from the floor.
“Sure…what’s up?”
I stepped inside. “Not much, but
they need a room to crash out in.”
    He had his knife in hand and
gestured to all the room that was
available. “There’s plenty of room.”
    “One of you can have Steven’s old
cot and I’m sure Bo can help you
locate another one.” I stated while
walking in and grabbing my cot and
walking it back to my own room.
    Kris was sitting on the end of the
cot talking to Daltin and Shianne
when I walked in.
    I set my cot back up next to my
wife’s and gathered some clothes.
“I’ll be back in a few. I need a
shower.”
    I walked out and went down the
hall to the shower. I turned the water
on and stripped down before entering.
I stepped into the water stream and
placed my hands flat on the wall
letting the water beam off of the top
of my head and down the spine of my
back. I tried my hardest to relax and
let the hot water steam up a bit and
inhaled deeply and let out a sigh
feeling the tension release just a tad
from my back.
    “Nice butt.” Tiffany stated as she
walked passed my stall followed by
laughs.
    I removed my hands from the wall
and turned my head to see Tiffany
walking by and could feel my body
tense a bit with the strange feeling of
her there.
    I continued taking my shower. I
could hear her shower turn on a few
stalls down.
    “So I’m sure now’s not the best
time to talk about it, but what
positions would you like for us to do
around here?” She questioned.
    “We’ll figure all that out in the next
few days. However, you’re a medic,
so be a medic.” I responded with the
water rolling down my face.
“What about when no one is sick or
hurt?” She questioned further.
    “I’m sure we’ll figure out
something. I’d worry about getting
you a good night’s rest before
worrying about what work you can
do. There will be plenty before you
know it.” I responded while finishing
up my shower and drying off.
    She agreed with me and I made my
exit since I was feeling a little weird
with being in the shower and naked
around a female that wasn’t my wife.

CHAPTER EIGHT
    I SHOT out of bed as soon as I
opened my eyes to see the sun was
coming up and started getting dressed.
    I ran out and started heading to the
cafeteria to grab the items to start up
the barbeque pits. We had fifteen pits
total counting the smaller ones. Five
of them were big smokers that would
hold at least four full sized briskets if
needed. I put the log starters in each
of them and then walked out to

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