pistol out of the back of his pants and holding it by his side.

Amanda closed her eyes for a moment and breathed in deeply.  The African air smelled so sweet!  When she eventually opened them again, staring down into the valley below, at the town crawling with Feeders, in the heat of this dying December she began to realize not only how monumental the task ahead was going to be, but also that she was strangely completely unafraid, and that this new courage, courage that she had absorbed from her young son, not only comforted her, but also, in some strange way, seemed to complete her. She had been born for this.  Protecting Jimmy was her reason for living now.  Every bad thing that had ever happened to them, from Jimmy’s violent father to the trauma and stress of their recent days in th...

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