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watching intently as Katherine was running through a series of signs. Then, Selina would translate. Jody would make very slow and deliberate attempts to duplicate those same signs and gestures.
    Part of him wanted to join in. However, he was still having some issues when it came to dealing with the fact that he had killed a man. His rational mind told him that he had done the right thing. Still, it was one thing to fire into a crowd of zombies, or even return fire when dealing with insurgents over in Iraq. It was quite another to kill one of your own. And despite how everything had played out over the past few months, Charles “Slider” Monterro had been a fellow soldier.
    If that were not bad enough, he could have sworn that the bastard had a grin on his face after Danny had put the shaft of a crossbow bolt through the man’s chest. That was what he kept seeing every time he closed his eyes: that grin.
    “Hey, Danny, you hungry?” Jody had come over and was standing above him holding a can of something.
    “Not really,” Danny said with a shrug.
    “You okay?” Jody sat down beside his friend. He was gen uinely concerned about the normally wise-cracking kid from Boston. “You been pretty quiet since we got back.”
    “Think I’m just tired,” Danny lied.
    “Well then, let me stand first watch tonight. Selina can take the second and you can have the last. Wake everybody around dawn and we can see about scavenging some extra supplies before we hit the road again. Don’t want you to miss your date with Yankee Stadium.” Jody laughed, but Danny just nodded, laid down, and pulled his blanket up over his head.
    Now Jody was really concerned. As a diehard Red Sox fan, the one request that Danny had made when Jody set out his plan on their journey north was to be able to take a piss on home plate at Yankee Stadium if they managed to get close enough and if it did not prove too dangerous. Honestly, Jody had immediately dismissed the idea. He did not envision any scenario that would make going into New York City even a remote possibility.
    “Kat wants to know where we are headed,” Selina spoke, her hands moving as well so that the girl could follow.
    “I think the best bet is for us to move north. What we gain in nasty weather, we should hopefully make up for in a lack of zombies,” Jody replied.
    After a moment of the two females signing, Selina nodded and returned her attention to Jody. The girl beside her suddenly found something interesting about the zipper on her jacket.
    “She wants to know why we aren’t just heading to som eplace out in the sticks like the Appalachian Mountains. She says that she went on a hike last year and that there are some out of the way places that we might be able to hold up in until the winter passes. And they have an added benefit of our being able to venture out into some of the surrounding one-stoplight towns for supplies.”
    Jody looked at the younger girl for a moment. His mind had been so focused on putting distance between him and Slider (as well as the entire situation back in Bald Knob) that he might have gotten a bit too grand in his ideas. After all, one cold, snowy region was as good as the next. Right?
    “She has a really good point,” Jody conceded. “So the first thing we will do tomorrow when we are out searching for supplies is to find a map. In fact, I will want a few. Seeing as how they are made of paper, I don’t think they will have a great life expectancy. We can keep spares in sealed plastic bags. We can plot a course and maybe agree on someplace good. I really believe that we need to try and find the best combination of remoteness and hard to get to. Zombies don’t seem to be much into hiking. I think they are more into a least-path-of-resistance sort of thing.”
    When Selina finished signing all of what Jody had said, Kat put her hands to her mouth to stifle what Jody assumed to be a laugh. She flashed a few signs to Selina, who had a bit of a gi ggle