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The man, Cooper pinned to the ground under the shaft of his axe finally stopped moving. Only the occasional twitch of a dead man hinting, the man had a few moments ago had stil been breathing. Cooper slowly stood and looked down at the man who had killed his partner Sarah. The irony of the moment not lost on him. Sarah had asked him a week ago why they even kept pushing on. "We push on for family..." Cooper had replied simply. Yet now Sarah was gone... His last companion through these wastelands.<br/>
Cooper stared into the dead eyes of the young man and let out a sigh. Even now after three years, killing hadn't become easier. Raising his axe with both hands he brought it down with all of his strength. The sickening crunch of a skull being split open made an end to his engagement.<br/>
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Having rigged his campsite with wire and empty tin cans as a tripwire, Cooper finally sat down on his sleeping bag. The backpack from Sarah and the man he had killed laying next to his own pack. Going through the pack he found some handy resources and ammunition. His Beretta 9MM now held 20 rounds instead of 8. The quiver and Sarah her longbow lay next to his sleeping bag together with his trusty axe. The extra food and water rationes he tucked away into his pack. Finally he found a hand helf satelite radio together with a map.  The map had an area West of Birmingham AL highlighted with a circle. The circle had the name Havenshire written above it. With a frown, Cooper wondered why this man was headed there. Cooper lay the map aside and picked up the satelite radio. Picking it up, a post-it note fell to the ground. Another clue so it seemed. "Channel 40 - Sunrise" it read.<br/>
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The next morning all pieces of the puzzle fell into place. Cooper was just about to turn the radio off again when the message stayed his hand. Havenshire... Sarah would have wanted him to go, he supposed. She had always been the driving force that had made Cooper push on in search of safety. He had failed protecting her... but perhaps redemption lay in Havenshire. He looked back to the map and traced his finger along the path he meant to travel. He was currently south of Nashville... Birmingham was by his estimate a 200mile trip. Before the resurrection, maybe a two hour trip, yet now it would take him significantly longer. Deciding not to lose any time, Cooper started packing. Little over an hour later, Cooper had thrown all his belongings into the rundown old red toyota corolla that was currently his means of transportation. <br/>
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Lucky for Cooper, most of the road was clear and he made good time. By noon he had reached Mooresville along the Tennessee river. Yet his luck couldn't last. Running out of fuel, the toyota sputtered and fell silent along the road. Looking for extra gas didn't matter though as most of the Tennessee River bridge on the I65 had collapsed. Only a small sliver of road still stood. Heavily burdened by his equipment, Cooper crossed the bridge as slow and carefull as he possibly could. As he made it across the bridge Cooper knew the rest of the treck would be hard on foot. Yet he pushed on nonetheless. <br/>
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Ten days of tracking south, had taken Cooper west of Birmingham. As he walked through a small forest, the trees suddenly made way to an open plain up ahead. Cooper crouched down and looked over the open fields ahead. He was not looking forward to walking in the open field. He grabbed his binoculars and saw the wooden pallisade up ahead. The silence around him faded as sounds of an engine was heard. Far to the left of him, Cooper saw a landrover driving towards the compound. Cooper decided to stay put and watch as this played out. Last thing he wanted was to recklessly walk into a trap. Cooper stayed put for now and watched through his binoculars.<br/>
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