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and Mal came over and threw his arms around his sister.  We stayed like that for a few moments, savoring the energy and love.  Then Tabby asked the obvious question.
                  “Now what?”
                  “Well, I think we’re safe in the house for now.  Do not open the door for anyone.  Period.  We have food and water.  We’ll do what they say and hang tight for now.”  Our house was a two story colonial style house.  The bedrooms and two bathrooms were upstairs and there was a spare bedroom downstairs that we used as a craft and storage room.  Another bathroom, kitchen, dining and family room were also downstairs.
                  A change in the TV picture caught my attention.  The CNN anchor was saying that they had lost the live feed from the crew in Boston and that they were working to get them back.  Other sources were reporting that the hospital where the attacks were was being evacuated and ambulances were transporting the wounded to other area hospitals.  I just shook my head and sighed.
                  “Well, that’s the worst thing you could do.  It appears that the dead are coming back to life and attacking the living.  Right now there seems to be no other explanation.”  I chuckled a bit.  “Sorry.  I almost said ‘logical explanation’ but caught myself.  Yet, the wounded are being transported to other hospitals.  Those are the anchors own words.  They have no idea what they’re dealing with.  They’re just helping to spread the damn things.  These wounded are going to die then come back to life and kill more people.  Those people are still thinking like doctors and nurses, trying to help.  It’s admirable.  But it’s going to get out of control.  This is what I was afraid of.”
                  ‘You’ve got to tell someone,” said Sam.
                  “What?  Tell who?  I don’t think the Governor of South Carolina is going to take my call.”
                  “Call CNN.”  The words came from Mal.  It wasn’t the worst idea.
                  “Okay, get me the number.”
                  While Mal was looking for a phone number for CNN a live feed came back from the missing crew in Boston.  The scenes were of absolute chaos.  The hospital was surrounded by flashing lights from police vehicles.  A perimeter had been set up and there was smoke coming from the building, maybe three or four floors up.  The camera operator had set up across the street from the hospital in another building so there was an excellent view of the chaos.  Faint gunfire could be heard coming from inside the hospital.  Every few moments a member of the police would bring out someone who had been injured.  Most of the injured had probably been bitten so the police were unwittingly ensuring that the virus or whatever it was would not be contained here.  In between the escorted victims, every so often an unescorted victim would come running out.  Sometimes they were met by a medic and sometimes they simply ran into the watching, waiting crowd.
                  Soon, police could be seen backing out of the building as they fired on some unseen threat.  A few police ran up from the perimeter to join the fight as the zombies, I guess that’s what we’re calling them now, reached the doors and staggered outside in full view of every camera at the scene.  The police stopped and made a stand, not wanting to let the zombies reach the crowd.  Amazingly, the crowd stayed.  Everyone was watching in amazement and horror.  There were more than 20 zombies heading for the police line.  A few went down with leg wounds as the police fired into them.  But, the injured zombies continued to advance toward the crowd now crawling instead of staggering.  One or two went down with head shots but the police didn’t seem to make the connection.   Then an officer ran