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and puked up my dinner.
    "You sure about that?"Bo laughed harder. Lucas got up disgusted and sat on a wooden chair across from the bench. I puked again, this time harder than before. Chunks of partially digested meat splattered toward Bo's feet.
    "Damn. Stick her in the cage for the night." Lucas poured a bucket of water over the fire and went inside the cabin. I may not be able to shoot the bastard in the head but at least I could ruin his evening. It was something. Bo got up and motioned for me to do the same. This time he wasn't interested in getting too close. You would think someone who smelled worse than a septic tank would have a stronger stomach. Around the back of the cabin was what they referred to as the cage, which was some more chain link fence like around the fire but set up a little more sturdily. There was a large pipe toward the back standing vertically about ten feet high. Bo pushed me into the cage and toward the pole. He zip tied my wrists and ankles around the pole and locked the cage with a padlock. The cage wouldn't have been a problem without this damn pole. There was no way I was getting out of this one. Bo clearly believed that because he left me there and went inside, slamming the cabin door behind him. Those two were obviously dumber than I thought. Leaving human bait right outside your door was asking for trouble. More so for me because even though I couldn't get out of this cage, it wouldn't stop any flesh eaters from getting in. And since I was bound to this pole, there would be nothing I could do to get away from them. I once saw a man handcuffed to the door handle of a car get ripped to shreds by two hungry undead girls in One Direction t-shirts. They couldn't have been more than 12 years old. It took him longer to die than I expected. I'll never forget the sound of him screaming and begging "Oh Please, no" over and over like it could possibly make a difference. The girls just tore chunks of flesh from him starting at his legs, growling as they chewed. I had nightmares about that for weeks. I've seen a lot of shit since then. Some of it even worse than that but something about those young girls stuck with me.
    I could hear howling in the distance. Coyotes probably. You didn't see, or even hear, too many of them anymore around here. The flesh eaters didn't seem that interested in most animals. They would eat cows, deer, pigs, and occasionally horses but most other creatures were safe. Mom's theory was that they ate the animals the living tended to eat, which made horses a curious choice. They didn't bother with any sort of bird though. Chickens, turkeys, anything with feathers seemed to be safe, at least from the undead. Those of us with a pulse became less discerning out of necessity. My guess is that's what happened to the coyotes. You couldn't exactly go down to the local grocery and pick up some steak for dinner. In the beginning there were food drops by the military. The problem with that was they came by tank or large convoys which made a lot of noise. The undead followed them in to the areas where food was delivered finding meals for themselves. At this point, who knows if there even is still a military. With no radio, television or newspapers, there was no way to know what was really happening out there. A guy passing through where my last group was said that the military base three hundred miles south was supposedly up and running and taking in refugees. He was on his way there, or so he told us. He also stole a backpack full of food and two guns from the group before heading out in the middle of the night. People told all kinds of stories about places that were safe and barricaded villages the undead could be kept out of. The problem was, things usually weren't what they seemed.
    My stomach was still feeling a little queasy so I guess it wasn't the cousin's smell alone that had made me sick. I pulled on my wrists once more to see if there was any chance of getting them free. It was no