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PREVIOUSLY ON Sacrifice
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Joel says we are about a five-hour walk from the New Mexico/Texas border.
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Ahead of the men stood a wooden gate that looked like it stretched as far as the eye could see.
"I do hope you're just passing through," a low voice shouted from the other side of the gate.
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The Hispanic dropped his gun to the side. "No bites?"
Tommy's breath left him. Joel swallowed, "No. No bites."
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He stuck his hand out, leaving it for Tommy to shake, "Manuel Salvador, but call me Sal."
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"If you plan on getting to Montana, you're going to have to pass many checkpoints between here and there, which means military persons. And of course, many many infected," Sal spoke as he dismounted a rifle from the wall, and grabbed a target.
"Vamos." The Hispanic sighed and looked at the two, "You two have a lot to learn."
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"Well, you can't just throw her away like yesterday's garbage, Maria-"
"I know."
"She didn't choose to live this life-"
"I know."
"So, now, it's you're job to step in and help raise this child."
"I know, Mom. Oh, how I know," Maria sighed, sitting down beside her mother on an old couch.
