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fairgrounds which was less than a mile away, but I did not. The door was unlocked, and we went inside.
    The place had been abandoned. All of the co ts and other supplies were gone from the large bus garage. The only indication that it had been inhabited was several bags of trash piled along the far wall. I tried the switch by the door, but the lights did not come on.
    “I wonder if the generators are not working or just turned off ,” I said.
    Sara walked through the garage to the break room in the front of the building, and I followed her. The large county map that had been on the wall was missing. The office was to our left and the door was shut.
    “I don’t know what to do now,” she said.
    I put my arm around her and gave her a quick hug, because she looked like she needed it. She let me.
    “Let’s go back to the stables,” I said. “Maybe they’ll be back by now.”
    There was a sound from the office , like something bumping against the wall. Sara looked at me. I went over to the door and put my ear to it.
    “Hello?” I said.
    There was movement inside —a brief scraping sound and another thump. I looked over to Sara and she nodded, lifting her rifle. I tried the knob.
    “It’s locked,” I said.
    “”Hello in there!” Sara said loudly. “Are you able to unlock the door?”
    There was a long, slow scratching sound that started at the top of the door and dragged down to the floor.
    “I think we have our answer,” I said. “Let’s go back to the stables.”
    “But who do you think is in there?” she said.
    “It doesn’t matter,” I replied.  “They’re obviously infected.”
    “But what if it’s Judy and Nicholas?”
    “It’s not,” I said. “Even if they got infected, it would be a little early for them to turn. They’ve only been gone since yesterday.”
    She lowered her weapon and nodded, but I could tell she wasn’t satisfied with that answer.
    “Curiosity killed the cat,” I said.
    “Don’t you want to know who is in there?” she said.
    “Not really,” I said. “For all we know, it’s standing room only in there. Do you really want to open that door?”
    “Schrodinger’s Cat,” Sara said.
    “What about it?” I said.
    “You said ‘curiosity killed the cat,’” she replied. “I was just remembering that Schrodinger’s Cat thing from science c l ass . Until we open the door and look, we don’t know what we’ll find. Until we open the door and know for sure, there is a possibility that the Somervilles are in there.”
    I sighed, “Okay. Let’s find something in the garage to bust down the door.
    We found a large, rolling jack along one of the walls in the garage and wheeled it into the break room. I was still feeling weak, so Sara was going to have to do all the physical work. She gave me her rifle, and I stood in the doorway to the garage and break room and aimed it at the entrance to the office. Sara pulled the jack back to the far end of the break room, and then jacked it up so that the long, metal lift arms were about waist high. Then she ran toward the office door pushing the jack in front of her.
    Rather than knocking it open, the lift punched through the hollow, wooden door. I could hear a lot of movement inside of the office. Sara jerked on the jack and it came free. She pulled it back to the other side of the room for another run. There was a narrow, horizontal hole in the middle of the door that was about a foot long. It was large enough that I thought I could stick my hand in and unlock the door. Of course, I wasn’t stupid enough to do that.
    While that thought was still in my head, a hand reached through the splintered hole. It was missing its pinky and ring fingers at the seco nd knuckles. It stretched out as far as the elbow and felt around on the door.
    “Why don’t we just go,” I said to Sara, but she was already on her way back with the jack.
    She had let the jack down some, and it punctured the door about knee high. The groping arm