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THE TWO STRANGERS sat down with the five survivors, much to Melissa's dismay. She stood in between the two younger men, feeling the need of their protection over the way the men were looking at her. As a woman, one gets used to the lustful looks and the inappropriate comments, its how men tend to be. It doesn't mean it doesn't bother her, it does. A lot.
Her eyes ran between the one man sitting alone at the table and towards the other leaning in the stool next to Hershel. "I'm Dave," the one at the table spoke as Rick handed him a glass shot of liquor and then turned to pour some more, he gestured to the one next to Hershel, "That scrawny—looking douche bag there is Tony."
Tony chuckled at the joke, his eyes pulling away from the blonde with much reluctance as he turned to his friend, he was clearly not a scrawny looking man, maybe a douche bag but not scrawny. The joke failed to reach Melissa's sense of humor, a bad feeling twisting inside her gut.
"Eat me, Dave."
"Hey, maybe someday, I will." Dave retorted, his eyes turning to the shot Rick had just poured, "We met on I-95 coming out of Philly. Damn shit show that was."
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