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stumbled back as he opened the cylinder, releasing the empty brass. Dropping his golf club, he dug in his pocket then slid shells in the cylinder. “Don’t think that was a good idea to drop his club,” Ian said in a dead tone.
    “They’re multiplying now, and he’s still subtracting,” Lance said as they heard a female voice yell.
    “Lawrence, get back in the house!”
    “That’s not good,” Ian said, looking out the window as Mrs. Oliver trotted over to her husband carrying a broom.
    “Not the way they need to add,” Lance said as Mrs. Oliver hit Larry Anderson across the face with her broom.
    “Get back in the house, woman. These kids have gone crazy!” Mr. Oliver yelled, closing the cylinder. Mrs. Oliver ran forward and did a good job of knocking the kids down with her broom. Mr. Oliver turned to see four adults and five kids coming at them from the street. In an amazing incident, he raised his pistol and dropped the four adults with four shots.
    He missed one kid but knocked down another as his wife continued whaling away on the kids she had down in the yard. Seeing the new kids coming, she ran over and knocked them down.
    “That woman uses a broom like a samurai,” Lance said with no emotion as Mr. Oliver popped the cylinder open, dropping the brass out. They could tell Mrs. Oliver’s swings were getting weaker as they watched then turned back to Mr. Oliver as he screamed. Kenny Wells had him on the ground, biting his neck.
    “Get off him!” Mrs. Oliver shrieked, charging over then hitting Kenny with her broom.
    A young scream from Carrie’s house made them jump and turn, looking out the side windows. Allie lifted her head. “That’s Jennifer.”
    They saw Jennifer running across her porch into the house, slamming the door with several sick people behind her. “We have to help,” Ian said, lifting his rifle.
    “Dude, think with your big head,” Lance said, pushing Ian as he held Allie. “You shoot, and those fuckers are coming in here. You have one magazine, and I have seven in the tube and five on the rack. They add faster than we could subtract.”
    “Man, that’s Jennifer,” Ian moaned.
    “We have to help them so Carrie can get over here,” Allie whimpered.
    Trying to think, Lance looked at the AR. “Allie, get down for a minute,” he said, lowering her. “Here, Ian; take this, and give me the AR. I have an idea,” Lance said, holding out the shotgun.
    Lifting the one-point sling over his head, Ian passed the AR over and took the shotgun. Lance lifted the rifle up to his shoulder and thumbed the laser on the fore grip on. A green dot showed up on Jennifer’s house, and he aimed it at a window, moved it erratically, then moved to another window and did the same thing.
    Suddenly, Jennifer was looking out the window he was aiming the laser at. Lance lowered the gun and stepped next to the window, pointing to the back of the house then down at his feet then at Jennifer. He repeated it twice, and Jennifer nodded and disappeared from the window.
    “Allie, go to the den, and cover up, and no matter what, don’t come out or make any noise. We have to help them get inside. Ian, get by the back door, and look out back, and see if you see any sick people. I’ll be there in a second,” Lance said as Mrs. Oliver screamed from the front yard.
    As Allie took off to the den and Ian to the back door, Lance glanced out front to see a pile of sick people, mostly kids he knew. He couldn’t even see Mr. and Mrs. Oliver. “Poetic justice I guess,” he mumbled, looking over at Jennifer’s house to see sick people moving toward it with several on the porch, banging on the door and windows.
    Seeing movement out to the corner of his eye, he turned to see Jennifer and Carrie at the back corner of their house, looking around. He took off to the back door to see Ian with the shotgun slung across his back and his aluminum baseball bat in his hands.
    “See anything?” Lance said, grabbing the door