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The road the GPS directed us doas barelyinto the trees Tires had worn deep ruts into the earth, and the van shuddered and jurabbing hold of the oh-shit handle with one hand and bracing the other against the dashboard

"Are you sure this is the right way?" she demanded

"Destination in one hundred yards," said the GPS

"According to the creepy coas No sense in killing our shocks over a road that didn’t even come with any zombies

"I hate this road"

"It clearly hates us, too"

"Destination in twenty yards," said the GPS

I frowned All I could see ahead of us was more dirt road… at least until a pair of e and ih to be essentially useless Sure, you could shoot a zoo down, but the kick froun that size would probably knock you down at the saht of the a like that and have the option to run for your life when the need inevitably arose, you’d be carrying less than two dozen rounds

"Shaun…"

"It’s cool, Becks," I said, turning off the engine The uns trained the the to shoot us Those guns wouldn’tto shoot us"

"So what are they planning to do? Please, enlightento scare us," I said, and opened the van door I kept my hands in view as I slid out of the driver’s seat The uns shifted to train the far enough from the van that they could see for the "We come in peace," I called More quietly, I added, for Becks’s benefit, "I have alanted to say that"

Soreed The hed and raisedanother approach: "Dr Abbey sent us We just need gas, and then we’ll be on our way"