Nothing much made sense when it came to Bill. He'd been out here so long the sun had got to him. I'd known the dour old French man to brandish a shotg...n to kids like that before today. I guess they'd got him on a good day."Fill her up, while I take a piss." I said in a matter of fact way. He giggled again something in my use of words amusing him."Fucking French nut." Was my response from under my breath.As I came out of the john it was then I noticed the other car. A little sporty corvette. ’ They laughed and she told McLeod to get in. ‘Um first allow me to introduce myself Desiree. I’ve just resigned my job and am wandering, so I guess my status right now is vagrant. My name is McLeod Jones.’ ‘Oooh, strong name and no crap with the declaration you are a vagrant. Does that mean you are a beggar?’ ‘No I have money. My personal status at present remains undefined because I left home for good yesterday just before 9:00 am. I’m seeking my future. As for my name, my mom before my birth. I’m sorry I’m responsible for this.”“It’s like she recognizes a kindred spirit and is seeking her own,” Helen observed.“She didn’t react like most humans do when they turn,” Taylor reflected, stepping up and grasping her arm—which she didn’t respond to. “She’s been passive the entire time. I’ve been singing to her to keep her calm, but she hasn’t caused any trouble.”“I’m guessing there’s enough juice in your blood to ameliorate the effects of the zombie infection,” Fredrick summarized. “She. Jeff cried out, grabbed his head and curled up in a ball on the ground."Not much like the movies, is it?" the man with the gun said blandly. "Honey, I think you'd better tell your boyfriend here to behave himself, or we'll have to hurt him some more."It wrenched me in the stomach to see Jeff hurt like that. And I could tell they would do it. It only took an instant to decide, but it was more like just knowing I didn't want Jeff hurt."Do what they say, baby," I said to him. He was struggling to.