Dead Hunger III: The Chatsworth Chronicles - Plot & Excerpts
“Hells yes, I’m ready,” I said. “I’ve been waiting for dark since I woke up.” “Crossbow?” “Check. Urushiol?” Dave squirted his bottle once. A stream jetted out. “Check.” “Okay, I said. “All fine and dandy, but we have to hit that gun store. I don’t know what’ll be left there, if Carville has a team of guys, but I can’t imagine they’d have taken everything that we’d see a use for.” “We driving?” “We have to go back the way we came, through that mess again,” I said. “But it’s the next town over, and it would kill too much time to hoof it.” “Okay, so keep the lights off and we’ll go slow.” We walked outside. “Little moon tonight,” I said. “Should be enough. Want me to drive?” Dave asked. “Why not. Be careful. I’ll tell on you if you scratch her car.”
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