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into the Jeep?” He looked at the key chain hoping it had the ones he needed.
     
    “ I finished and since you were take so long I figured I’d come help.” She held up a large red duffel bag with a maple leaf on the front.
     
    “ All righty well let’s hurry we may not be alone forever.”
     
    It took a few tries but Roland finally found the key to the steel cable running through the long guns, he was also pleased to discover that the same key worked on the handgun trigger guards. Following along the line of long guns Roland grabbed two more pump-action shotguns similar to his police special, an AR15, and at the very end of the row he found an HK 43. He threw the three shotguns and the AR15 into the bag along with spare ammo and magazines for the AR15 and HK 43, the HK Roland loaded and placed two extra magazines in his pockets.
     
    Next he went through the hand guns he pulled out two 9mm Browning hi-power semiautomatics, an H&K USP, and a .44 Desert Eagle. He threw one of the Brownings and the USP into the bag along with more ammo; he guessed the bag probably weighed close to 75 pounds by now. The other Browning he loaded and cocked before presenting it to Crystal. “I don’t know how to shoot, don’t give me that!” She backed away as if it were a live grenade.
     
    “ It’s easy, here’s the safety you make sure that’s off and then all you do is point it and squeeze the trigger.” He pointed out the safety and she was still backing away.
     
    “ No I can’t” Her hands up as if the gun were aimed her.
     
    “ Please take it; I might not always be there to protect you.” Her expression changed as if he slapped her.
     
    “ Like I need you to protect me!” She snatched the gun from his palm and after insuring the safety was on placed it in her jacket pocket.
     
    Roland just nodded and after loading the big Desert Eagle and some spare clips pocketed the gun and zipped up the bag. He had been right it did weigh quite a bit, he was thankful the Jeep wasn’t far away; he’d hate to have to walk carrying the bag for a good distance. “Let’s go.” He said shouldering the bag, Crystal already heading towards the Jeep. She climbed into the passenger seat while Roland loaded the duffel into the hatch pulling the cargo net over the whole lot just in case.
     
    The hatch closed Roland was about to get in the driver’s seat when he suddenly turned and ran back into the store his rifle bouncing against his back as he went. Scrambling around a counter opposite the gun room he started pulling open drawers until he found what he was looking for; a white box about a foot long and four inches wide. Smiling at his prize he ran back to the Jeep pulling the rifle strap over his head and putting it on the dash as he climbed in. “Where the hell did you go, I thought something was chasing you!” Apparently angry was her normal state of mind Roland thought.
     
    “ I wanted to get something.” He opened the box and pulled out a long, curved hunting knife.
     
    Crystal shook her head. “You’re ridiculous you know that.” Roland just smiled.

Chapter 7: That Wasn’t Supposed to Happen
     
     
    Roland lit a smoke as they exited the parking lot, handing the pack to Crystal; he was running low he’d have to get more before leaving town. The storm had slowed down considerably allowing for good visibility and Roland didn’t see any of the creatures as they entered Timberlea.
     
    “ Okay, where am I going?” Roland asked keeping his eyes peeled.
     
    “ Take a left at the Mac’s up ahead.” She pointed with her cigarette.
     
    She never got a chance to finish the directions as something darted out in front of the Jeep. Without thinking Roland turned the wheel hard, the Jeep spinning sideways until the tires hit a curb buried in snow. What happened next took only a few seconds but felt like hours to Roland. He had been going faster than he should have and when the Jeep struck the curb it flipped upside down