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Liam had a beard. He was the only member of the basketball team who had a beard, and the others pointed out the fact on a regular basis. They referred to his beard as their mascot, and even joked about adding a picture of it to their jerseys.
Liam was also the only team member to live outside their district. He drove over a hundred miles round-trip each week, between practices and games, but it was worth it to him.
In fact, he not only lived outside the district, but he was also not even crippled. His brother, who lived at the heart of Palm City, started the team nearly ten years ago after his Cerebral Palsy put him in a wheelchair at twenty-five years old. They were one member short of being official, so Liam had joined and played in a wheelchair. The team grew and soon, Liam wasn't needed anymore to fill the space, but by then he was a permanent fixture. Some of the guys didn't even know he could walk. After four years of fun on the court, Liam's brother passed away, and Liam kept the team going in his honor. So, he didn't mind the drives, and he rather liked his beard being the mascot. It was a family of guys playing ball - guys like his brother.
He'd had the team over to his lake house a few times for fishing and a cook-out. "What's mine is yours," he told them more than once. "You're welcome here anytime." And, as he turned on the news this morning, he hoped to himself that they'd take him up on the offer. But that was a few hours earlier. Things change... at least, when zombies are involved.
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