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			"Hey maybe we should get back on the main roads." John called out to the front, he was not liking this, his gut was getting a bad feeling and he trusted his guy more then the voices or other people, in that order.
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</blockquote><br/>The driver shouted back, "Mr. Felon, When I want your opinion I'll give it to you.  I don't care if it<i>is</i>a fucking zombie apocalypse.  We don't have to beat the zombies, you know.  Just the slowest camper.  Who right now is wearing leg shackles.  I'm not wearing any shackles.  Sweet-cheeks here isn't wearing any shackles.  So we don't have jack shit to worry about.<i>You're</i>the one with something to worry about Mr. Felon, but that's tough titty for you now, ain't it?"<br/><br/>Erica's facial expression was one of quiet disdain for the driver's rant.  She even shook her blonde head a bit.  "Hank, all that's well and good, but shouldn't we call into base?  See if there's anything out there we should know about?"<br/><br/>"Cell service out here sucks," Hank said curtly.  "Ain't no signal."