<div style="text-align: center"><div style="text-align: center">《 Josh and Jeb 》<br/>
Location:<i> Highway 2 heading towards KOA </i><br/>
Addressing:<i> The Morris Brothers </i>​</div></div><br/>"They're not gonna stop." Jeb eyed the white flatbed heading their way. He had heard the gears shift, knew it was speeding up, and from the trajectory it was aimed at them.<br/><br/>"They'll stop," Josh said, his arms waving above his head in pure blind faith. "They know us."<br/><br/>"They're not gonna stop!" the taller one repeated. "Damn it, Josh," he grabbed hold of his brother by the back of the collar and yanked him back, both of them tumbling to the shoulder of the two-lane highway.<br/><br/>"Hey! He was going to run me over!" Josh was watching the brakelights of the truck as it eased to a stop, his face slack-jawed and in shock that the Wilson brothers would do such a thing.<br/><br/>"I told you, they<i>weren't</i>gonna stop!" Jeb got to his feet faster than his brother and dusted himself off, hooking his crossbow over his shoulder and offering Josh a hand. "It's too dark for them to know who we are. As far as they're concerned, we're just a couple of dead men walking."<br/><br/>"Why didn't you say that?" Josh inspected his gear, dusted off the turkeys, and went trotting up to the passenger side window of the flatbed. "Hey," he said as he neared Owen and peered in. "Why did you try to run us over? Didn't you recognize us?"<br/><br/>His brother came up behind him and towered over a shoulder. He eyed Clive in the driver's seat before answering Owen. "We don't need a ride, thanks. But Miles told us to let you know that the KOA's occupied." His gaze returned to the driver. "Outcasts from the Abendblume Resort. Or spies. Don't know either way."<br/><br/>"Yeah," Josh added. "We found some that fell into Old Man Brown's pit traps." He shook his head and gave them a 'sucks to be them' look. "We had to give two of them mercy."<br/><br/>Jeb shrugged, as if finishing off people who had fallen down a pit filled with sharpened stakes happened every day. "They said that the crazy leader over there kicked out about thirty of his people. Some of them went for the KOA," he said, nodding his head down the street the way the Morris brothers were going.<br/><br/>They were grateful for the pears, and Josh handed over one of his turkeys. "Took that one this morning," he informed them. "It's bound to be nice and aged by the time you cook it."