<div style="text-align: center">《 Owen and Clive Morris 》<br/>
<i>Location: Highway 2 heading towards KOA <br/>
Addressing: The Wilson brothers</i>​</div><br/><br/><div class="bbImageWrapper bbImageAligned--left lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fi.imgur.com%2FAn5UEIi.jpg&amp;hash=2081ad260f7a510819640a98a0c9dc8a" title="An5UEIi.jpg">
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</div>Clive saw something out in the distance, assuming it was the dead. He hit the clutch, shifted to a higher gear and gave the heavy vehicle fuel, intent on taking whatever is was out with the front grille guard. The truck was a tank, an older model diesel back when they still made things out of steel and he'd bounced plenty of today's vermin off the front of it. It was almost reflex and and the truck was equipped for a little offroading. Whenever possible, they cleaned up the undead. At least Clive did, anyway.<br/><br/>"Clive! That's not-" Owen shouted, jerking the steering wheel and veering the truck off its path, narrowly missing the two brothers. By then, Clive had realized his mistake and hit the clutch, shifting the vehicle to neutral and coaxing the vehicle to a stop while being mindful of his breaks. He peered out the window behind him, checking to make sure they were both still standing.<br/><br/>"What the fuck, you crazy assholes! Thought I was doing a little pest control cleanup tonight.." Clive scolded.<br/><br/>"You two alright?" Owen asked, "Aside from needing new pairs of pants, you two needing a ride somewhere? Feel free to hop in the back, just don't molest my new girls." He raised a brow as he nodded to the two feminine mannequins strapped to the flatbed. He had assumed that was why they were flagging the truck down. He offered the ride before his brother had a chance to interject.<br/><br/>"We were stopping at KOA before heading north," Owen informed. Nothing wrong with Josh and Jeb. They looked after themselves and were self sufficient. They'd traded with them in the past and they were always fair. The center console was filled with ripe pears and Clive tossed one to each brother from the passenger side of the vehicle.