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frowned.  “The reporters are all sort of focused on close to home, but it ain’t much better from what they’re saying.”
    “Well preacher, what happening then?” Tank said as he pulled out his cigarettes.
    “Lots of dying.” Mr. Soul said.  “Northeast, down around here, and the West Coast seem like they been hit the worst.  There’s a few areas around the Midwest that seem to be sort of holding together, but even they’re having a tough time.  Government evacuated out of DC already, but if any of them got out and are setting up somewhere else they’re not saying much.”
    “There ain’t no one coming to help anyone then?” Vivian said, sounding like she wanted to cry.
    “Sister, as far as I can tell everyone’s on their own.”
    “We ain’t alone.” Bobo said decisively.  “We got us.”
    “Damn right.” Tank nodded.
    Darryl nodded as well.  “Yup.  We holding strong.”   He wasn’t sure what he’d be doing if he didn’t have his brothers to stick with.  What had been just a social network of guys who enjoyed the same basic hobbies had turned into something much more.  Something that offered a chance.  Now it was binding them together into a group that had a chance to pull together.  Based on what was happening to people isolated by all the lethal chaos, Darryl knew the Dogz were lucky as hell to have each other.
    “Jody.” Bobo said.  “You get any better handle on how we doing?”   She had been designated the primary ‘store keeper’ for the Dogz, responsible for tracking and doling out the precious food that was going to get them through the days and weeks to come.  Darryl knew there was a lot, but there were also a lot of mouths to feed.
    Funny how critical where your next meal was coming from could get when the stores weren’t open, were getting looted down to bare floors, and when trucks weren’t delivering any more.
    “We gonna be heavy on meat meals for the next week, since we ended up with so much.  I figure probably the next week some too, then we’ll have run through just about all the cold stuff and be down to boxes and cans.” she said without consulting the notebook Darryl knew she had been keeping.  “Then I think we probably good for at least six weeks, but we could stretch it to about twice that if we eat light.”
    Tank frowned.  The big biker was enormous, towering over Darryl’s own six foot four by several inches, and even more heavily muscled.   When someone like that frowned, it could look a little ominous.  Darryl didn’t frown himself, or take Tank’s reaction wrong, but he knew how the big man felt.  Being big could be pretty great, but it also gave you an appetite like a horse.
    “Some of the brothers be okay eating light, but a few of us be setting up for serious starvation we get cut down too much.” Darryl offered calmly.  “That ain’t greed talking either, that just how it is.  Me, Tiny, Tank, 2C, Big Daddy all ain’t small.  We can’t go on too well on half rations.”
    “Why you ain’t just throw Bones and Stony in that list too then?” Jody challenged.
    Darryl grinned lazily.  “Because them two bros is just fat.  The ones I picked out is big, but it by design, not because we fucking pigs.”  Jody seemed to be gathering herself, so Darryl offered a further elaboration.  “Jody, I got a paper in physical training from UGA, I ain’t just talking out my ass.  Someone big burn more energy just being big, and it worse when we start doing stuff.  Labor takes calories, and we been working like Dogz.”
    “Damn straight.” Tank nodded.
    “Work up a week by week plan for regular and short meals.” Bobo interjected.  “We ain’t so far down yet we gotta eat short, but it don’t make no sense to not be ready just in case.  But unless there some good news soon, we need to be ready for the long term.”
    “What you thinking now?” Big Chief asked as Jody sighed and pulled out her notebook and wrote