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out into the parking lot and into the street, I couldn’t see a single freak.
“Wow.” I was astonished.
She went on to explain to me how they had used pieces of pipe, knives tied onto poles, and even weighted objects to destroy the brains of the freaks. Often, it might have taken them five minutes to kill a single freak. Because of their awkward position it usually took multiple blows. However, they had come up with a way to attack the freaks, without the freaks being able to attack them.
“This is very impressive,” I told her.
“Now just wait until you see what we have in the break room,” she said.
As I walked in the break room I smelled something totally unexpected.
It smelled delicious.
It was dinner.
Ms. Suzy and Katie had cooked a huge meal for us. Steaks, baked potatoes, bowls of steamed vegetables, and fresh baked bread were on the table.
“This looks awesome,” I blurted out as Katie looked at me smiling.
“How did you cook this? The electricity is out.” I asked.
Ms. Suzy looked at me and provided the answer, “the electricity may be off but the gas is still working.”
We sat down together and began to eat. The meal didn’t simply smell delicious, but it tasted wonderful as well.
After thanking the ladies for all the effort in cooking and serving the meal, I thought about asking them if they had heard anything more on the television or radio. However, I hesitated. I could see smiles on their faces as they enjoyed eating a meal in relative safety.
When we were all finished eating the dessert, a pound cake and a half gallon of ice cream, Ms. Suzy looked at me and answered the question that was on my mind.
“We watched the television for a little while today. The situation in town does not seem to be improving. According to the news lady speaking, the police departments in our region have suffered more casualties,” Ms. Suzy said.
“Did they say anything about the relief centers? What about the library?” I asked.
Ms. Suzy looked down at the table as Katie looked at me seriously.
“If what they have said is true, some of the relief centers have been evacuated and relocated,” Katie said.
“Where did they say they were taking everyone?” I asked.
“They said to some emergency relocation c enter outside of Dublin. They claim it is secure and can hold thirty thousand people,” she said.
“The national guard is supposed to be organizing there as well,” Jennifer added.
“I’m hoping my daughter and grandchildren might be there,” Ms. Suzy added. “Maybe they’re alive after all.”
“Did they specify if the library had been evacuated?” I asked.
“No, they didn’t,” Suzy replied.
I stood up and looked around the room.
“Let’s go to the roof,” I said. “We need to talk.”
We quickly tossed our food stained paper plates into the break room trash can. A few moments later we had climbed up the stairwell, and we were on the roof. We walked into the central tent of the rooftop compound and sat down.
“I know what we’re coming up here to talk about, and I don’t like it,” said Katie. “We’re safe here. To leave would be too risky.”
She went on to mention how we now had a method of killing the freaks. As she continued to speak about how foolish it would be to go off looking for ou r family members, I could see the concern in her eyes as her blond hair, barely combed in days, hung over her eyes. Katie was determined to stay at the store, not matter what.
I tried to respond to Katie’s objections, but Jennifer interjected before I cou ld say anything.
“Katie, some of us have family members that could be at the library, or if not there, at the relocation center. We have to try and find them,” she insisted.
“I don’t have anyone to find,” Katie responded. “I don’t want to risk my life to find someone else’s family members.”
I continued to sit back while the women around me took complete control of the conversation.
“You
“Wow.” I was astonished.
She went on to explain to me how they had used pieces of pipe, knives tied onto poles, and even weighted objects to destroy the brains of the freaks. Often, it might have taken them five minutes to kill a single freak. Because of their awkward position it usually took multiple blows. However, they had come up with a way to attack the freaks, without the freaks being able to attack them.
“This is very impressive,” I told her.
“Now just wait until you see what we have in the break room,” she said.
As I walked in the break room I smelled something totally unexpected.
It smelled delicious.
It was dinner.
Ms. Suzy and Katie had cooked a huge meal for us. Steaks, baked potatoes, bowls of steamed vegetables, and fresh baked bread were on the table.
“This looks awesome,” I blurted out as Katie looked at me smiling.
“How did you cook this? The electricity is out.” I asked.
Ms. Suzy looked at me and provided the answer, “the electricity may be off but the gas is still working.”
We sat down together and began to eat. The meal didn’t simply smell delicious, but it tasted wonderful as well.
After thanking the ladies for all the effort in cooking and serving the meal, I thought about asking them if they had heard anything more on the television or radio. However, I hesitated. I could see smiles on their faces as they enjoyed eating a meal in relative safety.
When we were all finished eating the dessert, a pound cake and a half gallon of ice cream, Ms. Suzy looked at me and answered the question that was on my mind.
“We watched the television for a little while today. The situation in town does not seem to be improving. According to the news lady speaking, the police departments in our region have suffered more casualties,” Ms. Suzy said.
“Did they say anything about the relief centers? What about the library?” I asked.
Ms. Suzy looked down at the table as Katie looked at me seriously.
“If what they have said is true, some of the relief centers have been evacuated and relocated,” Katie said.
“Where did they say they were taking everyone?” I asked.
“They said to some emergency relocation c enter outside of Dublin. They claim it is secure and can hold thirty thousand people,” she said.
“The national guard is supposed to be organizing there as well,” Jennifer added.
“I’m hoping my daughter and grandchildren might be there,” Ms. Suzy added. “Maybe they’re alive after all.”
“Did they specify if the library had been evacuated?” I asked.
“No, they didn’t,” Suzy replied.
I stood up and looked around the room.
“Let’s go to the roof,” I said. “We need to talk.”
We quickly tossed our food stained paper plates into the break room trash can. A few moments later we had climbed up the stairwell, and we were on the roof. We walked into the central tent of the rooftop compound and sat down.
“I know what we’re coming up here to talk about, and I don’t like it,” said Katie. “We’re safe here. To leave would be too risky.”
She went on to mention how we now had a method of killing the freaks. As she continued to speak about how foolish it would be to go off looking for ou r family members, I could see the concern in her eyes as her blond hair, barely combed in days, hung over her eyes. Katie was determined to stay at the store, not matter what.
I tried to respond to Katie’s objections, but Jennifer interjected before I cou ld say anything.
“Katie, some of us have family members that could be at the library, or if not there, at the relocation center. We have to try and find them,” she insisted.
“I don’t have anyone to find,” Katie responded. “I don’t want to risk my life to find someone else’s family members.”
I continued to sit back while the women around me took complete control of the conversation.
“You
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