Chapter 42

“Then we’ll catch up.” Ronnie stood and slipped his gun into its holster on his belt. “If you get there first, save us a spot. Keep them safe. I know you will. Should I say something, do you think?”

Dizzy grinned as he turned to address those outside the tent. “I think we all heard you. Whoever wants to come with me, get your shit together. We leave in an hour. If you want to stay…”

He shrugged, as if to say whoever wanted to stay was taking their lives into their own hands. Then he ducked out of the tent and headed for his own, to pack up and get ready to move out.

Ronnie clapped Court’s shoulder as he passed. “Let me check with Bree on the food. Be right back.”

“Don’t forget my rice,” Court yelled after his friend. A thrill of excitement ran through him. In an hour, it’d be just the two of them again. Even in this ravaged, decimated world, having Ronnie all to himself would be paradise.

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