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back of the house. We also need to get the stairs to the balcony down as soon as we can.”
    “OK.” He said still groggy, “Can I eat something first?
    My mouth opened to say no but I paused and said “Sure, I’m hungry too.”
    He made oatmeal while I started lugging the plywood we’d cut and laid the pieces by windows. We ate quickly and got to work.
    “Why are we doing this now?” he finally asked as we sealed up the first window.
    “The vaccines are not working. They are actually making people sick.” I answered, “Do you know how a vaccine works?”
    “No.” he said.
    “It gives you a tiny dose of whatever it’s for.” I started, “Like a flu shot gives you a little amount of flu so your body can fight it and then it remembers how to fight it the next time. If you have gotten a certain illness you are less likely to get it again. You become immune because the body knows what to do next time. Understand?”
    “Yeah.” he answered.
    “What they’re saying on TV” I continued, “is that people can’t handle the virus, even as small dose as is in the vaccine. Instead of people’s body fighting it off and becoming immune they are getting sick.”
    “That’s not good.” was all he said.
    “No, it’s not.” I said, “If this continues it could get dangerous.”
    “That’s why we’re boarding up the house now.” he said.
    “Yep.” I answered.
    We worked for another hour getting the basement secured along with the windows in the back. We placed the plywood for the front windows on the porch and leaned the rest against the house by their respective windows. Someone would have to look closely to notice we’d done anything and since our yard always looked “played in” seeing boards wouldn’t be unusual.
    By the time we got back inside Christine was up sipping coffee on the couch with the TV on and phone to her ear. It was easy to see she’d been crying.
    “This is terrible.” she said looking up at me, “These poor people.”
    “Yeah.” I answered, “We need to get together and talk about a few things.”
    “I’m talking to Jen, I’ll be off in a minute.” she said, “She says people are leaving Washington D. C. and that the roads are backed up for miles.”
    “Humph.” I grunted and left.
    My thought was that if people were leaving the D. C. area they were leaving Philly and New York and everywhere along the coast. Probably we’d start seeing floods of traffic around midday. More people meant more stress on local supplies. A couple days ago we bought extra gas cans and filled them. We had about a hundred gallons stored away but the tanks in our cars should be topped off before people started streaming into the area. One more trip to the grocery store couldn’t hurt either.
    “Caleb,” I hollered out.
    “Yeah.” he answered.
    “We’re going to gas the cars up. Get ready.” Walking by the living room I let Christine know what we were doing. “I’ll stop at Wegman’s as well. Do we need anything specific?”
    “Not that I can think of.” she answered.
    It was a little past seven and the town was active, much more active that a normal Sunday morning. We took Christine’s SUV to get gas first and filled it with no issue. By the time we returned with my truck there was a line of cars three deep at each pump. Once full we headed for the grocery store but just drove by.
    “I’m not going in there.” I thought aloud.
    “Why not?” asked Caleb.
    “Too many people, it’s going to be stupid in there.”
    The parking lot was full of cars. People were streaming in and out with carts piled high. There was no way we were going to waste time going inside. The rush had started.
    By ten we were all watching the news. Christine was talking on the phone, the boys were silent watching and eating. I was writing another list of what to do next and looking at the atlas. I wasn’t paying a whole lot of attention until Jesse said, “They are zombies.”
    I looked up and saw what