Chapter Twelve – Deer Path
Daryl found a car, still warm, and four packs. As he followed the tracks he stumbled upon two dead female bodies, both naked and shot in the head. He instantly thought about Riley. He had no clue how far away she had gotten. Before he could back track he heard voices. "Kyle ain't back yet. Bet he found a biter or a bitch, eh?"
"Maybe…." Another male voice boomed, too close for Daryl's comfort, he quickly climbed a tree, finding a safe perch.
"If he found a bitch, he'd of told us. Too bad those two up and croaked on us." A third man kicked one of the dead females, hard.
"Used uhm up is all." The first man said, "Kyle ought to be back now."
The three men looked at each other, to Daryl they looked grubby and loansome. A radio white noise keyed up and what he heard next made his heart stop. "Got me a live one boys, real cute bitch, braids and all."
They snickered, and started off over the hill he had just came. "Follow the deer path." He heard the disconnected voice with the radio say.
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