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"Often yes," Remy answered grimly. "At least since the outbreak, whenever I would get a bad feeling, something usually happened. I guess it is instinct from being a cop." [i]Though I was only a rookie... [/i] Remy shook his head, trying not to think of his past before the outbreak. If he started to do that, he would think about his family, his friends and coworkers and what had become of them. What he had to do to most of them. He shook his head again and stated to slowly walk toward the gas station. He hoped Rena and the others would be okay back at the trucks, but right now he and Ash had a job to do."

". . . you take point, I'll watch your back . . ."

Remy glanced behind him at the woman and nodded. He held his machete tightly in his hands and looked all around them, trying to find what was making him feel so unsettled. He did not see any undead, which was great, but also very odd not to see any so close to the main city. He looked at the gas station and his bad feeling came back. The place was too clean, too perfect. It did not look like even one person had ransacked it. There were parked cars everywhere, but no people, dead or alive.

At least no people that he could see.

He ducked behind a parked car and waved Ash down next to him.

"No dead, and no people either that we can see... but do you notice how preserved the place looks?" He glanced over at her and his eyes widened. He put a finger to his lips and then pointed. 

"I take that back... look, closer to the entrance of the city..." There were at least 5 undead just stumbling around, but they looked like the slow kind and had not noticed the survivors. Luckily, Remy and the others were still too far away from them and they knew to be quiet. 

"So there are undead as should be expected near a city, but how can this gas station still look so maintained?" He glanced back at Ash, confusion in his eyes.