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threaten with something else.” Bobby tells me.
    “Oh, it’s good to see you haven’t lost your sense of humor.” I tell him.
    “What happened? My head is killing me. Damn, I can’t see straight.” He says.
    “Well, I think they may have hit us and knocked us out. Did they hit me? I was the first out so I am not sure what happened.” I tell him.
    “Yeah, the bastard hit you in the back of the head after you flipped him the finger. Was it necessary to poke the bear?” Bobby asks me.
    “Well, not necessary. But they were going to do what they did regardless of what we said. So I wanted to get a kiss my ass and a fuck you all in before they did.” I say.
    “I remember they hit Marc and Trey, then they came to me. I don’t know what they did to Diane though. I was out before they got to her.” He tells me.
    “Fuckers.” I grunt.
    Bobby gets up. He goes over to the other window of his cell.
    “I see Trey.” He says.
    He starts calling out to Trey through the bars. Finally, he wakes up. He stumbles around.
    I ask him if he is ok. He says yeah, but he looks like he is still stumbling. I tell him to go to the window of his cell and see if he can see Marc or Diane.
    “I see Daddy.” Trey says.
    “Try to wake him Trey.” I tell him.
    I hear Trey calling Marc’s name through the bars and I ask Bobby, “What in the hell have they done with Diane? If they hurt her I will kill every last one of the bastards. One by one.”
    “We will find her.” Bobby says.
    “Did he wake up Trey?” I ask.
    “Yeah, but he has a gash in his head.” Trey replies.
    “Damn. This is shit.” I tell Bobby.
    I walk over to the door leading out of my cell and start yelling.
    “We need help in here please. Get your asses in here and let us know where my sister is.” I scream.
    “Not helping.” Bobby says.
    I hear a lock click and someone comes into the hallway outside of our cells. We can hear heavy footsteps coming down the hall.
    I back up from the cell door and wait for the idiot to make an appearance. And he looks like a gremlin. Short, greasy looking with pointy ears and a really bad tooth problem.
    You have to be shitting me. I think.
    “What do you want?” Gremlin asks.
    “Where is my sister? What have y’all done to her?” I ask.
    “She has been giving medical attention to some people that needed it.” He answers.
    “I want her in here with us. I don’t trust y’all.” I say.
    “You need to talk to Max about that.” He says.
    “Well get Max’s ass in here so he can tell us what the hell is going on.” I say.
    He turns and walks away and I go over to check and see if Marc is ok and has gotten up. He says he is ok, but his head wound looks bad. But of course head wounds always look worse than they are.
    We hear someone else coming into the hallway. I move back towards the door again.
    The door opens and in steps Ass hat.
    “This is Max.” Gremlin says.
    Well, shit.
    “So what are you holding us here for? You have all our supplies and truck. What else do you want?” I ask.
    “Well, you see, hot head, we want y’all for free labor. We have everything we need to survive, but we need someone to keep it going for us. Like farm work, cooking, cleaning, and we have a special place for the men. They entertain us in fights. We have an arena set up so we can have matches and see who come out the winner.” Max says.
    Are you fucking kidding me? What are we, back in the medieval ages where they have gladiators and the coliseum packed to capacity daily?
    “First, I want my sister in here with me. Second, you can kiss our asses. They aren’t going to fight for y’all’s entertainment you jack ass.” I tell him.
    “Oh, but they will. If they don’t want to see y’all beaten and killed, they will. They don’t have a choice and if they don’t, when we kill y’all women, we will feed their asses to the zombies.” Max says.
    “Trey is a young boy you son of a bitch. And if you touch one red hair on his