Bo smirked at the middle manager.  “You’ve got a real cynical attitude, you know that, man?”  Silas glared at him, then went back to staring out the window.  “They don’t look like cops.  I wonder how they got guns.”
“Hacked ’em, probably,” Reyna said.
“I hope they work on zombies.  Look!”  Bo pointed to the other end of the street.  The zombies were coming, and the three of them couldn’t see it from their vantage point.  They were going to walk right into a horde of them.  He slid the window open.  “Hey!  left!  Go left!”  He shouted and waved.

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