I caught a bit of movement to the south and Charlie’s head peeked above the grass. He gave me a small wave, and then ducked back down. At least I knew where he was. Duncan stood up behind the tree, using it as cover as he stood and stretched his back. He exhaled slowly to the sky, and then inhaled slowly, a sure sign the wind had been knocked out of him. That probably saved his life, since it shut him up. Had he called out, the zombies would have been all over him like ants on a cough drop. Duncan saw me looking, nodded, pulled out his sword, crouched down, and I could see him heading towards the zombies. I gave it a second thought, and then figured it would be the best plan. Instead of waiting for them to come to us, and possibly getting surrounded, we were going to go to them. I liked this much better. I wanted to close in to my brother’s killers and cut them down face to face. The more I thought about Mike, the more I started to get angry, and the cold fires started again. I held my knife in my left hand, keeping my ‘hawk in my right. I slipped further north, hoping to come around them from the back and take them out as they moved in front of me. The clicking kept up, which actually helped a great deal in determining where the little bastards were.
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