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</div>It was a good day for a ride.  Much of the land she was breezing through was family land. Probably her land, since most her kin were gone.  Not that she cared much about ownership of land.  It was just nice to know it was there if she ever needed a place to stay.<br/><br/>It wasn't until Nina came over a ridge and looked down into the old Puckett Quarry that she realized somethin was wrong.  What idjit would be herding walkers into that quarry?<br/><br/>Nena might not have cared that someone was using her family's land, but this looked like an army in the making.  Someone was up to no good.<br/><br/>The BMW was quieter than her Harley, but still too loud.  So she hid it in some bushes and headed down towards the quarry on foot.  It was terrifying seeing so many undead in one place.  Worse still, this herd was not that far from the Casey Ranch, otherwise known as Havenshire.  She needed to warn whomever was at the ranch.<br/><br/>But as she turned to head back toward's her bike, she realized she wasn't alone.  She had her 45 out in a flash, glad that she had it rather than a 9mm peashooter, because this guy was huge.  Rather than talking, though, she signaled him to precede her up the trail to her bike, keeping her gun trained upon him the whole way.<br/><br/>"OK, so who are you and what are you doing here?" she promptly demanded.