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one of the other ladies who worked there, I could do nothing to help her. There were at least fifty freaks between Grocery World and the barber shop. Although they seemed t o move slowly, they were still deadly.
    There were a few abandoned cars in the road, but absolutely no traffic whatsoever. Other than a few distant grunts and growls from the freaks, it was very quiet.
    As I stood on the roof I caught the smell of smoke. Only a mile away there were a number of businesses and neighborhoods. If the chaos in my town was as bad as we had seen in New York City on the TV, there could be many fires around
    I went back down through the hatch, closed it, and walked down the stairs. Once back in the store I headed straight to the break room. My stomach was telling me it was time to eat. I walked in and saw platters of hot wings and chicken fingers on the table. There were also tubs of coleslaw and potato salad.
    For a moment I almost sat down, but I then hesitated. It might not look good for me to be sitting on the job; I was trying to keep this place organized, after all. Still standing, I took a Styrofoam plate and scooped some potato salad on it. I tried to hurry and scarf down several bites.
    “How can you eat with all this going on?” asked Ms. Suzy, as she stood at the doorway.
    “I can’t work if I’m hungry,” I said. “You know I can get low blood sugar.”
    She sat down and put her head in her hands.
    “I have to get out of here,” she said with a low voice, as if talking to herself.
    “There is nowhere to go right now.”
    “You don’t understand!” she said loudly with an angry tone in her voice. “I have two grandchildren and a daughter at home. I can’t leave them alone in a time like this. What if they need me?” Ms. Suzy’s face was a picture of grief.
    “If you try to get to them and end up dead in the process, it won’t do them one bit of good.” I responded.
    “What about your mother? Don’t you want to find her?” she responded.
    “Of course I do, but before I go out there I must have some sort of plan, or something.”
    Looking at her desperate face I continued. “I have just been on the roof and I saw tons of those freaks out there. Without some kind of plan, going out there would be suicide. I don’t want to get killed.”
    Ms. Suzy stood up and walked towards the woman’s restroom. When she got to the door she just stood there leaning against it.
    “Hang in there, Ms. Suzy.” I tried to sound encouraging, even though I had no real idea how we were going to survive. “We’re going to get through this. We just need to stay focused on getting through the night.”
    I realized my words did almost nothing to console her.
    A moment later I grabbed a grape soda that was on the table, and I stood up and walked out the room.
    For the next couple hours I tried to make sure that everyone, at least everyone who was willing, had something to do to keep them busy. A lot of work was accomplished in a short amount of time. Fabric was draped over the boards we had nailed up in hopes it would block any light from inside that might attract the freaks. Also, an assortment of weapons, mostly knives and blunt objects, was placed on one of the registers.
    Of course some people were doing their own thing. The short, fat la dy that earlier wanted me to reduce steaks for her was looking through the front office. In a normal situation I would have told her to get out of there right away, but I realized that now money may not mean anything at all, and I said nothing. When she saw me looking at her, she left the office.
    Nightfall came quickly. To conserve power usage I turned off some of the lights in the store. I also suggested that everyone, except those who would be monitoring the front entrance, stay in the back of the store. We didn’t want our voices to attract the freaks.
    For the first few hours of darkness, everything went as well as could be hoped. There was a total of twenty-seven of us, all