Willie had things under control, so Fred pulled out his URC-10 survival radio and called Covey."Tell Pretty-boy that Pigpen and Opie are coming in on ...is six, and not to shoot us."Covey rogered and told Fred to stand by. A minute later, his was back on the air."Pretty-boy said wilco and asked what took you so long?"Heartened that Rick was at least in good enough shape to make a joke, Fred and I jumped out of Davis' crater. Bent over at the waist and zigzagging like drunken sailors, we hauled. But what scared her most was the sharp white objects which peeked beneath those lips; their fangs. What kinda freaks are they? She thought to herself, but out loud she said, in a more scared voice than intended, “Who are you people?” No answer. Instead they slithered over to her even more quickly, wanting eyes piercing her body while moans of deep need invaded her ears. She needed to escape from them, but she was petrified to the spot. “Please, leave me alone! Don’t come any closer!” . .He shuddered and cursed his disease. Next to him, Remi snorted. “It’s not a fucking disease.” “My parents were human,” Zak snapped. “I was born in southern California on Earth. I’m not supposed to be this. I’m a fucking freak of nature.” “Yeah, I know, Zak-o,” Remi sighed as if bored. “You were some fancy-pants rich kid. An only child.” Zak shook his head, taking a deep breath to calm himself. “My father hated me because of…” he glanced down at his hands, remembering how they’d looked scaly. In the meantime she moved in with Ruth and Paris. As I said, I had gotten used to sleeping alone during the two weeks she visited the holler, so I was fine with it.“Ty do you have a plan for dividing the assets,” she asked after a couple of days.“Yes this was my grandfather’s land, I want to keep it. I will lease it to you at the going rate for farm land, you can pay me with dirty money if you want, or I’ll take the off shore money. We can’t use it anyway. I also want to keep the Motel, so I.