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pressing his hands to his mouth, his eyes looking around the room.   When they finally stopped on mine he whispered through his fingers, “That’s what they did with my sister.   They’re eating the rest of him, I guarantee it.”
    “Wwwhat?!” I whispered, so freaked out I could barely get the word out.
    He dropped his hands and used them for leverage to stand.   “The canners are here, Bryn.   They’re here in your neighborhood.”   His face was white, with probably no more color to it that mine had right now.
    “Come on,” I said, jumping up, trying to get a handle on myself, even though my ears were ringing from my sky-rocketing blood pressure and my hands and legs were shaking with the adrenaline pumping through my veins to reach my heart and every other part of my body.   “Go get your damn bike.   Climb over the fence and bring it around back.   I’ll help you get it over.”
    Peter stood.   “Wouldn’t it be easier for me to ride it over on the street?”
    I looked at him like he was nuts.   “Wouldn’t it be easier for them to see you and eat you, you mean?!”
    “You have a point there.”
    “You’re damn right I do.   Now go. Get. Your. Bike.   I’m going to the cop’s place to get his.   Bring your gun.   Shoot anything that moves.   Put bullets in your pockets.   And Peter,” I grabbed his arm and squeezed it hard, “for the love of God.   Don’t knock yourself out again.”   I pulled him into a quick hug, not even thinking about it before I did it.
    “I’ll try not to,” he said, patting me on the back and then pulling away to walk out the back door.   I watched as he stepped over the pool of gooey dried and stinking blood on the slate step just beyond it.   He didn’t even look down; he just kept on walking to the fence.
    I ran to the front door and swallowed with effort.   I was going to have to walk around the head to get out of my yard.  
    I inched the door open, almost wishing it wouldn’t be there anymore, but quickly realizing how stupid that would be - since it would mean the canners were here right at this very second, moving severed heads around like chess pieces.  
    It was still there.   Looking at me.   Blaming me for its current situation.
    I slowly inched out the door, shutting it behind me as quietly as I could.   I ducked down, using the bushes to hide my form as much as I could.   I looked out and tried to see if there was any movement coming from the houses or yards around me, pulling my gun out of my waistband and taking the safety off as my eyes scanned back and forth.   I almost felt sorry for anyone dumb enough to show his face to me right now.   I wasn’t going to hesitate - my new rule was to shoot first and ask questions later.   Or just not ask any questions at all.
    After confirming as best I could that I was alone, I snuck two doors down to the cop’s house.   The front door was wide open and had a big brown X on its inside surface, which had me freaking out all over again.   But even the canners had to have enemies - other canners - so I figured if they were here, the door would be shut.   I didn’t even want to guess what that X meant.   I made my way quietly through the kitchen that was in front of the house to the door leading into the garage.
    The bike was hanging from hooks in the ceiling.   I crept over and grabbed a folding chair on my way; it was too high up for me to reach otherwise.   I had to put my gun back in my pants to get the bike down, and panicked the entire time that someone was going to come in while I had that heavy weight in my hand with no way to go for my gun.
    As soon as the bike was on the ground, I took my gun out again.   I put my two hands on the handlebars, trying to balance the weapon on top.   I practiced a few times, moving my first finger from the top of the handlebar to the gun’s trigger, seeing if I could do it fast enough to shoot if I were surprised by someone.   Once I felt