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In the trunk of her car, Dani Reese carried the following: a spare tire with axel and crank, blankets, two flashlights, a highway safety kit, rope, a gym bag, holy water, an axe, and a shotgun with requisite rock-salt rounds.

She did not want to pin down an exact date for when those last three became common place in her life. Luckily, she was currently dodging green blasts of something, courtesy of a creature that was either a demon or an extra from a very messed up version of Sesame Street. So, no real time for thinking. Just shooting.

It’s not that she actively sought out cases featuring demons. That would have been ridiculous. It’s just that she was now, by default, the most knowledgeable person in the department about them. She knew when a case or a call for assistance sounded off. And she didn’t have a partner to weigh her down, so going to check things out didn’t mean she was risking anything.

Dodging another blast and flying away from a falling shelf, Dani grunted. This was going to take awhile, and she’d been hoping to get a jog in before it got too late. Annoying.

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Charlie and his car were very close friends now. Driving around the country, dealing with the end of the world had given them plenty of time to bond and plenty of time for him to perfect his abilities. Now that it was all over, L.A. kept calling to him.

So, he pointed his car towards home and drove. And drove. And drove. There was lots of driving and then he wasn't driving anymore. He wasn't home either. Apparently his abilities weren't done with him yet. He saw the telltale signs of a monster and felt the presence of something.

He got his gun from the trunk and started following where his gut told him to go.