removed the vest that Daisy was wearing, careful not to injure her anymore than she already was. Daisy never whimpered. Her eyes looking at Leah’s the entire time.
“It looks like this thing worked, girl,” Leah whispered to the dog. Daisy wagged twice, her tail thumping the floor and stopped.
The vest was made of carbon fiber mesh, which was light enough for the dog, and still provided some layer of protection from objects such as knives and low caliber bullets and birdshot. The gun that the freaker had used to shoot Daisy with was a shotgun loaded with low grain birdshot. Since Daisy was so close to the end of the barrel when she was shot, the pellets had stayed mostly concentrated and hit the freeze-dried dog food pouch. The pellets that did not hit the pouch were knocked down by the bulletproof nature of the vest. Daisy most likely had bruised ribs, and was going to be okay.
Satisfied that Amy, her children and Daisy were all okay, Leah now turned to the task of cleaning the gruesome scene from Amy’s kitchen.
Leah and Amy moved the bodies out of Amy’s kitchen. They covered them in plastic and dragged them to the edge of Amy’s property along the woods.
Amy and Rob had been piling brush and tree limbs in the area for years.
“We should burn them,” Amy said, the tone in her voice flat.
Leah agreed and found a can of lighter fluid to accelerate the lighting of the fire. They put the bodies on top of the pile as best as they could and Amy threw the match in to start the blaze.
The fire caught quickly and grew in size to engulf the entire pile of brush, limbs and bodies.
The size of the fire concerned Leah. She didn’t need to draw any more attention to their area, but seeing that there were other fires burning around the city, this one would just blend in.
Even though this might be the case, she still walked to the front of the house a few times to look up and down the street, but there had been very little activity since yesterday, and there was none now, except for one person.
“What are you girls burning?” Mr. Rivers asked as he peered over the hedge, looking at the fire.
“Oh!” Amy was startled by the older man and jumped with nervousness.
Mr. Rivers was easily the oldest person on their street. And the fact that he really didn’t have a place to go during the day had probably been the reason that he was home when the airplane hit downtown or the chaos erupted on the main roads. He was standing in the neighbor’s yard between his yard and Amy’s yard, talking to them over the row of boxwoods that ran the property line.
“I saw the smoke,” he said.
Leah was still wearing the Kel-Tec rifle; it was slung to her back, so she turned to face the elderly man hoping he had not seen the weapon. She really liked Mr. Rivers as a neighbor and friend. He always waved to her when she would jog with Daisy, and he grew the best tomatoes that she had ever tasted. He was the only other person on the street that displayed an American flag on his house besides Leah and Ian. The man was a Korean War veteran and never really spoke about it. He was a very proud man and had lived alone for the last ten years after his wife died. He was a retired defense lawyer and always did his best to ‘keep an eye’ on what was happening on the street.
Leah was worried that the rapidly changing new society that was emerging in the aftermath of this tragedy would steamroll people like Mr. Rivers. This worry began to churn her stomach and test her will about executing the plan that she had with Ian. What am I going to do? She looked at Amy and then to Mr. Rivers. Her kids were sleeping on lounge chairs on the back deck, within sight and sound of their mother. What am I going to do? These were her friends and neighbors. How can I bug out and leave these people to die?
Leah pushed the thoughts away and knew that she would have to face them sooner than later. She walked up
“It looks like this thing worked, girl,” Leah whispered to the dog. Daisy wagged twice, her tail thumping the floor and stopped.
The vest was made of carbon fiber mesh, which was light enough for the dog, and still provided some layer of protection from objects such as knives and low caliber bullets and birdshot. The gun that the freaker had used to shoot Daisy with was a shotgun loaded with low grain birdshot. Since Daisy was so close to the end of the barrel when she was shot, the pellets had stayed mostly concentrated and hit the freeze-dried dog food pouch. The pellets that did not hit the pouch were knocked down by the bulletproof nature of the vest. Daisy most likely had bruised ribs, and was going to be okay.
Satisfied that Amy, her children and Daisy were all okay, Leah now turned to the task of cleaning the gruesome scene from Amy’s kitchen.
Leah and Amy moved the bodies out of Amy’s kitchen. They covered them in plastic and dragged them to the edge of Amy’s property along the woods.
Amy and Rob had been piling brush and tree limbs in the area for years.
“We should burn them,” Amy said, the tone in her voice flat.
Leah agreed and found a can of lighter fluid to accelerate the lighting of the fire. They put the bodies on top of the pile as best as they could and Amy threw the match in to start the blaze.
The fire caught quickly and grew in size to engulf the entire pile of brush, limbs and bodies.
The size of the fire concerned Leah. She didn’t need to draw any more attention to their area, but seeing that there were other fires burning around the city, this one would just blend in.
Even though this might be the case, she still walked to the front of the house a few times to look up and down the street, but there had been very little activity since yesterday, and there was none now, except for one person.
“What are you girls burning?” Mr. Rivers asked as he peered over the hedge, looking at the fire.
“Oh!” Amy was startled by the older man and jumped with nervousness.
Mr. Rivers was easily the oldest person on their street. And the fact that he really didn’t have a place to go during the day had probably been the reason that he was home when the airplane hit downtown or the chaos erupted on the main roads. He was standing in the neighbor’s yard between his yard and Amy’s yard, talking to them over the row of boxwoods that ran the property line.
“I saw the smoke,” he said.
Leah was still wearing the Kel-Tec rifle; it was slung to her back, so she turned to face the elderly man hoping he had not seen the weapon. She really liked Mr. Rivers as a neighbor and friend. He always waved to her when she would jog with Daisy, and he grew the best tomatoes that she had ever tasted. He was the only other person on the street that displayed an American flag on his house besides Leah and Ian. The man was a Korean War veteran and never really spoke about it. He was a very proud man and had lived alone for the last ten years after his wife died. He was a retired defense lawyer and always did his best to ‘keep an eye’ on what was happening on the street.
Leah was worried that the rapidly changing new society that was emerging in the aftermath of this tragedy would steamroll people like Mr. Rivers. This worry began to churn her stomach and test her will about executing the plan that she had with Ian. What am I going to do? She looked at Amy and then to Mr. Rivers. Her kids were sleeping on lounge chairs on the back deck, within sight and sound of their mother. What am I going to do? These were her friends and neighbors. How can I bug out and leave these people to die?
Leah pushed the thoughts away and knew that she would have to face them sooner than later. She walked up
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