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fuck ever is in charge to sort this shit
out.”
    “And wait
for Sarah to die?”
    “No,
that’s not what I’m saying,” he says as he shakes his head. “If she can hold
out for a little while longer, I’m sure someone will come to help us.”
    “Johnny,
the fucking television went out yesterday and the power went out this morning.
I would say that’s pretty good evidence that no one is coming any time soon,”
she retorts. “Whoever is dealing with this has much bigger problems than
a couple of people stuck in a house that didn’t pay attention to the evacuation
notices.”
    “I’m not
going out there.” He turns away from her.
    “You’re
being a coward,” she says.
    “That
may be, but at least I’ll be a living coward.” He shakes his head dismissively.
“Listen, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that. I don’t want Sarah to die either and as
sure as hell don’t want to deal with what’s going to happen if she changes. I
don’t know what else to do.”
    April
wipes her brow in thought. “I know, I know, this isn’t the best scenario for
trying to come up with a plan, but we have to do something.”
    He
raises his eyebrows. “I’m listening if you have any ideas.”
    “We
could get in the car, start it up, open the garage door, and hit the gas. If
we’re fast enough, I don’t think they’ll be able to stop us,” she says looking
over Johnny’s reaction.
    He looks
as if he’s been hit with a baseball bat. “You’ve got to be kidding me. That’s your plan?”
    “Do you
have something better?”
    “No, but
I’m sure as fuck not doing that .” He gives her a sickened expression.
“It would be different if I had backed the car in and we could get a running
start on them, but the last time I pulled it into the garage, I headed in. I
don’t want to have to back over a few dozen corpses while trying to negotiate
onto the street before I can finally get the fuck out of here. We have to come
up with something better.”
    April
moves to the front window and pulls the curtain aside by a few inches. “They
move so slowly, I’ll bet we could walk right pass them.”
    “We
probably could if we didn’t have Sarah,” he replies.
    “What if
one of us goes for help while the other stays here with Sarah?” she asks.
    Johnny
cocks his head and turns his attention to April. “That might actually work. You
could stay here and I could take the gun and see if I can find some help. I
would be a lot faster on my own. I think I can do it.”
    In a
sudden burst, Johnny gets up and heads upstairs to the bedroom. He shuffles
around in the closet for a few minutes before returning to the living room with
a small, metal box. “The shells are on the top shelf of the pantry, could you
go get them for me?”
    “Don’t
you think it’s kind of pointless to have the gun upstairs while the ammo is
down here?” she asks.
    “I
didn’t want Sarah to get a hold of it so I kept them separate.”
    April
nods and goes into the kitchen. After a while, she comes back with a box of 9mm
ammo covered in dust. “Is this it?” she asks.
    “Yeah,”
he answers. “Just sit them on the couch while I clean this thing. It hasn’t
been used in a while.”
    After he
has wiped the weapon down, he pulls the clip and begins filling it with the
rounds. Each shell slides easily into place with a subtle click. He slides the
clip back into place and cocks the gun, filling the chamber.
    “I guess
the closest place would be the police station. Maybe I can get one of the
officers to come back with me and get you guys out,” he says.
    “You
should probably leave through the back door, I don’t see any of them out
there,” April replies, peeking through the blinds in the kitchen.
    Johnny
holds the pistol down at his side and licks his lips. “Wish me luck?”
    “Good
luck,” April confirms with a look of intensity.
    As
Johnny stands ready at the door, he instructs April to swing it open. As soon
as the door is pulled inward, he