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  Now finished with Joe, the Feeders turned their attention back to the RV and began to close in as the others pulled William inside. They laid him on the bench, no one saying a word as he sat hunched over, his head in his hands and continued to cry. Karen moved in next to him running her hands through his hair and kissing his head. She also started to weep, which had the same effect on the others.

  Randy made his way through the main cabin, tore off his shirt, wiped the remnants of their prior battle from his face and slid back into the driver’s seat. He hesitated and then looked over at Mason sitting across from him, half expecting to see the same reaction from him, although Mason was transfixed on something else in the distance.

  “You see that?” Mason said.

  Under his breath Randy said, “What, all the Feeders I killed out there or the two million fires still burning?”

  “No, look at the stadium on the hill. I don’t think the light is coming from a fire.”

  “You’re right, but how would they have power?” Randy asked.

  “I remember hearing they were one of the first stadiums in the country that produced their own power.”

  “So… we need to get there?”

  “Yes, let’s go.”

  . . .

  The stadium lit up the night sky like a Fourth of July celebration, although the long winding road leading there was covered in darkness. Even at night, its beauty could not be denied. It looked more like something you would see in the rose gardens of Oregon and momentarily removed the group from the reality of what the past two days had put them through. The lush green covered sidewalks dressed in pink and red flowers held everyone’s attention as they rolled up to the gates.

  “They’re locked, aren’t they?” Mason said.

  Letting out an extended sigh, Randy murmured, “Yep,” as he put the RV in park. “I’ll get out and see if there’s a way through.”

  “I’ll be careful,” Randy said as he stepped out of the RV and hurried toward the head high gate. Stepping out of the way to let the headlight shine past him; he noticed that it was locked from the inside, so even if they had bolt cutters they would be useless. Looking back at Mason he raised both arms in the air as if to say “Now what?”

  Mason motioned back, waving his arms as well and pointed over Randy’s head into the distance.

  Randy turned and saw two figures heading out of the shadows. They didn’t appear to be Feeders, although at this distance anything was possible. Randy backed toward the RV and stood near the door. “Mason, put all the bags of weapons on the floor near you and be ready.”

  Coming out of the night, the two men now stood at the gate. “How ya’ll doin?” The larger of the two men said.

  Randy stepped back to the gate and greeted both men with a handshake over the top. “We are good. Just trying to find somewhere safe to ride the night out.”

  “I think we can help, as long as no one in your group is bitten. We have a strict policy of shooting anyone that is bitten and worrying about the guilt later.” Both men smiled and laughed.

  “No, we have all managed to avoid those things for the last two days, although I don’t mind tellin ya, we have had some close calls.”

  They unlocked the gate and pointed to where Randy needed park the RV. The smaller man, who bared an uncanny resemblance to Michael J. Fox, told him they would meet in the parking area and walk them into the stadium.

  “Thanks guys, we are extremely grateful,” Randy said as he turned and headed back.

  Driving through the lot and rolling to a stop in the designated area, Randy jumped out of the driver’s seat into the main cabin with the others and told them to stay alert. “I’m not too sure about these guys.”

  One by one they stepped out of the RV and introduced themselves to the two men and exchanged greetings. As Mason slowly stepped out, the larger man asked, “Where’s the driver?” A moment later Randy popped his head out of the main door and stepped out onto the pavement below. “Sorry guys, had to take a leak, we’ve been on the road for quite a while.”

  The larger man didn’t look amused. He looked tired and pissed off as he addressed the group. “You all need to realize you are guests here. You don’t do what you’re asked and you’re all back on the highway.”

  “Yes sir!” Adam said with a smirk.

  Neither man laughed or even cracked the slightest smile. They meant business and everyone could tell. The smaller Michael J. Fox look-a-like exhaled into the night air. “We’re gonna need your guns.”

  Randy stepped toward the men. “And… what happens if we don’t hand them over?”

  Raising his shotgun to Randy’s bare chest he said, “Let’s just say, it won’t end well for you, ANY of you.”

  The small man smiled. “One last time, hand over the weapons.”

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