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James Pilling couldn't hold a job, so he hunted zombies.
It was the family business. He barely liked his family- and by family, he meant his older sister, Willow- and he didn't like the idea of “Business” or work. The only part of the deal that sounded like it might be fun was the actual hunting.
He’d never done it before. Sure he had gone through a hundred simulators in gym class and in the Squads, but they never let kids do any of the real hunting. Not before they turn thirteen.
“Why not?” He asked his scoutmaster, a skinny girl named Jennie who used to be a TV host back in the day. James was nine at the time and obsessed with zombie hunting. “How come you don't let us whack some actual zoms?”
“Because hunting’s the sort of thing you should learn from your folks,” said Jennie.
“I don't have any folks” James countered. “My ma and pa died on Virus Night.”
“Ouch. Sorry James- I forgot. Point is you got family of some kind, right?”
“I guess I got ‘I’m Mrs. Freaking Dreamy Willow Pillings’ for a sister, and I don't want to learn anything from her.”
Jennie stared at him. “Wow, I didn't know you were related to her. She’s your sister, huh? Well, there’s your answer kid. Nobody better to teach you the art of hunting than a professional like Willow Pillings.” Jennie paused and licked her lips nervously.