I shrugged my shoulders when I saw the look that the boys gave me. In the apocalypse, the only type of humor was dark humor. Hardly my fault. The boys took their position on either side of me and their men fanned out behind us.
I had taken out enough automatic guns for each one of the men to be able to have one, just in case… so I had to say, we look really badass walking down the deserted highway, guns out. I chuckled to myself at the vision in my head. More than a hundred men decked out in black long-sleeve shirts, black cargo pants, black combat boots, and an AR-15-style rifle in their arms. And they were all following me…. (Cue evil laughter)
I tried to remember to get the boys and their men to practice their powers while we were walking, but I kept forgetting. When something was as easy as breathing to you, you forget that it was not the same for other people.
