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The whole world was a disturbing nature apparently. Scenes of more mutilated, insane people attacking outside the Kremlin showed that this was just not happening in America. If it was terrorists, they had set off whatever it was all over the world.
        
        The scenes continued to play out, Brandy did not return, and Pepe fell asleep next to him and snored loudly. As the news reports droned on, Eric felt his numbed mind trying to cope with Brandy leaving and the horrors that now filled the outside world.
        
        And at some point, he fell asleep. While he was sleeping, a helicopter flew low over the town, veering crazily from side to side before crashing on the outskirts of town into the tall cedar trees.
        
        He woke up to Pepe barking hysterically near the end of the bed. By the shadows filling in the room, he realized it was late in the afternoon and the television was still on and the map of the United States was now filled with nasty little red dots showing where the infected continued to wreck their vengeance.
        
        Pepe was bouncing on all four legs, barking as loud as he could, crazed with anger at something downstairs. Gripping the poker tightly in his hand, Eric slid off the bed and stumbled slightly toward the bedroom door. His right leg was still asleep and he rubbed it hard to get the blood running.
        
        Then he heard the loud thump down below. It almost sounded like someone knocking on the front door, but not quite.
        
        "Brandy?" His voice cracked and he swallowed hard.
        
        He was hungry and thirsty and he realized he had yet to eat today. Pepe growled low in his throat and Eric slowly opened the bedroom door.
        
        Again there was a loud bang down below.
        
        Slowly, Eric crept out into the hallway. Pepe didn't care to be slow and tore down the stairs, barking loudly.
        
        "Pepe!"
        
        Eric gave up the pretense of caution and followed him down. The dog stood two feet away from the front door and barked loudly. Eric's gaze was drawn firmly toward the figure on the other side of the stained glass set in the heavy oak door. Dimly, he could make out the form of a person.
        
        "Hello?" His voice cracked again and he tried to muster up some saliva to coat his throat and give him more of a voice. "Who is there?"
        
        A very low moan was his answer then the form on the other side of stained glass slammed into the door again.
        
        Pepe grew even more crazed and Eric backed up the stairs toward a window up near the landing.
        
        "Pepe, calm down," he whispered, but the dog was growling and didn't care to obey. Carefully, he slid the curtain back to see onto the porch and view who was on the other side of the door.
        
        "Shit," he whispered.
        
        It was a solider or what remained of a solider. How he could be up and walking around was beyond Eric's understanding. He was stripped down to just his pants and boots and his shirt hung in long strips around his bloodied torso. Both his arms were missing and a good portion of the right side of his face. Eric sat down hard on the step and took several deep breaths.
        
        "This can't be happening," he said in a soft voice.
        
        Pepe darted up the stairs, hopped onto his lap, then launched himself up onto the windowsill to let the man on the porch know just how much he did not approve of his presence. The militated face of the solider swung about and he staggered determinedly toward the window.
        
        "Crap," Eric exclaimed, grabbed his dog, and bolted down the stairs.
        
        To his horror, the soldier began to bang his head hard against the window.
        
        "Okay, this is wrong. He shouldn't be able to do that or even walk around," Eric said aloud. "Hell, I should call 911. Or go outside and