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A Snippet of Joe Cross: Run with the Devil by Peter Welmerink

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Running with the Devil by Peter Welmerink

They circle his vehicle like turkey buzzards around a fresh carcass. The vultures are on the ground, human vultures, picking Lacey clean as Joe stands three steps away flanked by two hulking Reganshire men. Reganites, they call themselves.

He watches the chains, clamps and bungees come off. His gas can of drinking water: taken. Two crates of firewood: taken. Tool-box with MP5s and extra mags: taken. Pair of first aid kits—hand grenade in one of them: taken. Joe waits for some schmuck to open the hood and start pulling engine components. He feels fortunate none feel compelled to check under the vehicle.

A stick-thin guy in an oil-stained mechanics jumpsuit leans into the passenger seat. He peers about the dashboard, rifles through the open glove box that several persons have already gone through; then looks at the belted stuffed bear in the seat. With grease-stained fingers he starts to unbuckle the bear.

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“That’s one thing you’re not going to want to take,” Joe says with enough threat in his tone that greasy Stick Man hesitates. “That bear isn’t for taking, or touching.”

Stick Man flips him off, and moves to finish unbuckling the bear. A densely-packed throng of people coming towards them breaks the man from his activities.

Joe looks at the oncoming group. People swarm around a central line of others like bees to a hive while the center line marches forward in his direction. The center wedge parts the flocking bystanders. He sees half a dozen brawny men, toting machine guns, and a strange lithe form between them.

“I’m not partial to skin color,” Joe says to the Reganite men on either side of him, “But that girl looks like she fell in a flour bin.”

A young woman in a white shirt and tight, black, form-hugging dress slacks approaches them with her retinue of guards and onlookers. The area where her flesh is exposed reveals limbs and face so ashen she looks almost translucent. Gauze bandages are worn about both forearms, which are dappled with blotches of blood and some form of yellowish ichor soaking through the wrappings.

“Someone important?” Joe says out the corner of his mouth to the guard on his right.

“Rebecca Regan. Her and her dad run this town.”

Both guards take a step back as the woman steps up to Joe.

“What do we have here?” Rebecca Regan says, stopping before Joe and his vehicle. Her eyes roam over Lacey, and then fall on him.

The pale woman gazes him up and down with gray eyes and a sneer on her crimson-lined lips. Her gums: dark, red. Her teeth: yellowing. Her blond-white hair waves behind her in a phantom breeze. A long strand—one, then two, then three—give up the fight and tumble away from her head.

Joe throws up a little in his mouth, and coughs as he swallows down the sour bile.

“We caught him in the southern quadrant in our new grazing land,” a man from one of the black trucks says. “Cut into our fence and pilfered himself a sheep.”

“Thief?” Rebecca says, a bare brow rises, her eyes still upon Joe.

“No, I was…” Joe begins to say.

“Spy then?” she hisses, leaning into his face.

Jesus, you need a breath mint, sister. “Not at all,” Joe quickly replies, his eyes darting to the piked heads lining the town’s fence line. “I’m a salvager. Came up from Chicago area, looking for work, trying to help out some folks back across the river and…”

An alabaster finger jabs in Joe’s face, nearly pokes an eye. Something that looks like a piece of fat white rice wriggles from the woman’s bandaged forearm. It bounces off his chest and hits the ground.

One of Rebecca’s armed protectors edges a boot tip forward, and grinds the still-squirming rice puff into the concrete.

“You’re helping Grand Rapids?” Rebecca says, voice rising, nearly deafening. A murderous flame suddenly burns in her eyes.

Joe knows he stands on a slippery slope. Shit, perhaps Michigan was a bad idea.

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Jay Wilburn has a Masters Degree in Education that goes mostly unused since he quit teaching to write about zombies. Jay writes horror because he tends to find the light by facing down the darkness. He finds the journey through life easier by having you join him. Jay is the author of 2 series: The Dead Song Legend and The Great Interruption. He cowrote The Enemy Held Near with Armand Rosamilia. You can also find Jay's work in Best Horror of the Year volume 5 and Dark Moon Digest. Each year Jay has the pleasure of featuring many great authors in the genre through the Summer and Winter of Zombie blog tours on his website.

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