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       I saw her tense up, but she didn’t turn around. “I’m watching for more shredders… This place might appear to be empty, but we’ve already had contact with four so far – so, obviously that’s not the case.”
       Jessie said “I say we just get out there and start searching houses. It’ll help take our minds off everything.”
       Walt pushed himself up from the couch and remarked “I’m with you on that. I need to get outta this house for a while. So, who’s gonna stay behind?”
       Jessie’s eyes moved to me. “Sorry, James… Do you wanna go or stay, Jenny?”
       “I’ll stay.”
       Fuck… Due to their experience and training, I was hoping she’d go and Jessie would want Walt to stay behind. I knew the area was mainly empty, but that fact provided me with very little comfort.
       Walt, on the other hand, was clearly happy to get back out there. I couldn’t blame him for not wanting to spend the entire day sitting around in the room where Anthony bled to death – looking at the dark-red stains on the lightly colored couch.
       “Do you guys have an extra rifle? We’re almost out of bullets for these anyway.”
       Jessie gave Brian a quick nod and he headed for the front door. Jessie said “Glad you said something. We have the two long-range rifles we picked up off the guys who tried to rob us, but we’re out of rounds and they’re totally custom… I don’t even know what they take.” He looked over at me. “Go tell Brian to get you one too... Never know when we might run into a situation where those single shot rifles come in handy – they have noticeably better accuracy and knock down power at long distances.”
       Walt put his hand out to stop me as I went to get up. “Your leg. I’ll go tell him.”
       “Thanks.”
       Jessie must have noticed me glaring at him. I wasn’t angry with him – I was just angry in general and he was in my line of sight. “James, I know it’s killin you, but you have to heal so you can really be of help to us.”
       After just having to bury Anthony and now knowing that Walt was going out there without me, I wasn’t in the mood to say more than a few words. “I know.”
       I’ve accepted that it wasn’t completely my fault – completely being the key word – but the pain is just as strong as it was when we buried him. The guilt may have somewhat faded, but the torment remains the same.
       It brought me back to the night I hid in the room at that Vet’s office to keep myself away from Walt, fearing I might turn. Clara’s face and her little hands pounding on that window relentlessly flashed before my eyes… Now, I was having the same types of lucid visions of Anthony. The only difference was that this time I couldn’t do anything to help. I couldn’t just go back…
       Walt and Brian came lumbering through the front doorway and Brian tossed me an M4. I was immediately surprised by how light it was and how good it felt in my hands. There was a small scope mounted on top, but it had an unmagnified lens with crosshairs for medium range. Which really, was much better for our current situation. Almost every shot I’ve taken has been from less a hundred yards.
       Brian said “It’s not like the movies guys – you don’t just hold down the trigger. These guns do stay on target very well if you’re experienced, but for now, pretend it’s single shot. We have to do our best to only spend one bullet per shredder.”
       We both nodded and muttered agreeable replies. Jessie said “So, I think we should stay away from the gate in case any are walking around near the entrance – might inspire them to alert the others and start comin in the neighborhood… all that shit.”
       Jenny turned her head back, just enough for us to see the side of her face. “There’s a car in one of the driveways near the end of the street. Check there