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Arn was elbow deep into the engine of a Ford, damn thing had thrown a belt when he’d been driving back to camp. His group had sent him off on a run, and of course his truck threw a belt then. He’d been lucky enough to break when he was close to an old auto shop and gas station that had the belt he needed. Close being only a mile or so off. 

JJ stepped onto the porch and shoved her hair up into a messy ponytail with the intent to keep it out of her face as she went out to check her traps. She was bent down, tying her boots when a sound that didn’t belong intruded on her very early morning routine. Of course, her partner was gone, separated from her weeks ago, or he’d have her back. Instead, JJ was faced with either confronting the threat on her own, or barricading herself inside the old farmhouse.