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She stepped neatly over a few rotting bodies on her way to the truck Once settled behind the wheel, she patted her suitcase and sood to approach the fort with afro fro to her eyes They would have pity on her and take her in She would be humble and repentant before them

Slowly, she would work her way back into their hearts and back to the top

But this tiin Mary, and Princess Diana all rolled into one They would forgive her past and embrace her as one of their own It would be only a matter of time before she ousted Travis and became the fort leader Then, she would slowly, but surely make the fort believe in her special plans for the The sun was just barely rising and a scatteredover the fields She hummed to herself as she drove and couldn’t help but smile

Failure was not an option to her She had taken a hard knock, but she kne to recover Lord knows if George Bush could win a second teret her ass into the fort

Cresting the hill, she looked down at the fort and gasped The walls were a lotand there sees A lot of the town had been de up to the fort walls for a two block radius in every direction except for a large expanse before the hotel

"Interesting," she said

Pushing down on the accelerator, she drove the truck down the winding road until she was driving through the old dehborhoods toward the east side of the town Many of the roads were destroyed or barricaded hat looked like the re through a maze

She never saw the hole the truck fell into, but one second it was cruising just fine, the next it was nose down in a huge hole in the ground Luckily she had her seat belt on and only hit her forehead on the padded steering wheel, but the jolt e How she hadout the windshield she was eye level with the road The truck was sputtering its last as stea out of the truck slowly, her heels sank into thethe front tires The hole was about three feet deep and the mud ied to grab her suitcase and fling it and herself onto the back end of the truck bed She had to scra her breath, she looked down at the hole again to see what looked like a swatch of cloth painted like the roadtrap," sheunder her breath, she opened her suitcase and pulled out a fresh pair of shoes Using a blouse to clean off her feet, she kept an eye on her surroundings No undead fuckers were around here Tucking her feet into the alht black shoes, she forced herself to calm down She would walk to the wall of the fort It would be fine She zipped up her suitcase and decided to leave it there So the bullhorn she had found in Blanche’s sports closet out of the cab, but sheit

Maneuvering over the cab of the truck was difficult and she aled to leap from the top of it onto the street A quick tuck of her blouse, fluff of her hair, and adjust of her jacket, and she was ready again Taking a few deep breaths, she concentrated on reclaiht, she had to be positive and glowing She had to be as genuine as possible to win over those behind the walls She was sure she could do just that

Walking briskly down the street, clutching the bullhorn, she kept her eyes on the corner She would have to go around that corner, then down another block to draw near the wall The s and doors of all the buildings were boarded or bricked up, so she wasn’t worried about anything lurching out at her

She reached the intersection and took another breath

This ti bad She spun around worriedly and spotted a dead body sprawled on the street nearby It looked like so to worry about there She looked beyond the body down the long narrow street that seemed to swerve around toward the area where the hotel loo to face the wall, now a block down froher in the sky now and sweat began to trickle down the back of her neck She shrugged her shoulders and felt a few beads of

Her foot hit so on the road and she stumbled forward in an unstoppable fall She reached out to catch herself and heard a sharpup to round but was abruptly shoved back as what felt like an invisible truck hit her Gasping, she found herself gazing at her hand lying on the ground a few feet away frohtly in it Herand feeling It was a cascade of infor her brain and she could barely co

Her hand lay nearby, perfectly manicured, sliced off at the wrist Her vision was blurred with a thick liquid flowing from her forehead She tried to move, but she could not She felt nu pain It made no sense as her body tried to understand its state

What her mind never understood as the Senator bled to death in a one off It was razor wire carefully laid over a fras It shot up froered it and locked into latches attached to ht, the mesh had cut deeply into her body

Arteries were sliced open and her blood flowed onto the street and slowly ran downhill past Curtis’ body

The Senator was still staring at her hand and trying to call for help when her eyes clouded over and death caht was a panicked one

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