I kicked off my  flipflops and handed over the spoon. Al grabbed it before Anna could change her mind. “Pleasure doing business with you,” I said as she gave me the shoes.

“Survivors got to stick together,” she said. “Now get out of here. We got a nice spot. We don’t want to draw any attention to ourselves.”

I didn’t want that either, so I moved it along, shoving the banana into the pocket of the jacket, chomping on a stick of the gum to ward off hunger pangs.

I was running on adrenaline and knew that at some point I was going to have to find a safe place to rest. But first I needed to stop the bleeding from my wounded thigh.  I finally stumbled upon a patch...

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