parking lot. As he drove nearer he could see that it was a young girl and he also saw the reason she was screaming. There were eight dogs pacing around the base of the van looking for a way to get to her. He pulled up to the delivery truck and was not surprised when the dogs did not pay his car any attention. The most menacing dog in the pack was a bull terrier and while Jack was thinking about what to do the bull terrier jumped onto the hood of his car, he felt the full muscular weight of the animal in the depression of the car’s front suspension.
The dog jumped up to give it a better shot at leaping onto the roof of the Purolator van. Jack picked up the gun from the passenger seat and buzzed the window down just enough to allow him to stick his hand out. He saw the dog bunch its rear leg muscles preparing to jump and, using his left hand and without actually aiming, he flipped off the safety and pulled the trigger. The sound of the gun was deafening as it bucked in his hand. The bullet slammed into the dog tearing a sizable chunk from the back of its skull. The animal flopped over onto its side with mouth agape and all four legs twitching. Jack and two of the smaller dogs watched the animal’s progress as it slid off the hood its blood providing lubrication. He heard it land with a meaty thud on the pavement. The other dogs watched their friend hit the ground but did not run away. They were all of differing breeds and had clearly been family pets and as a result did not fear humans.
He aimed a shot at the brown lab standing with its paws up on the hood of the truck barking at the girl. This shot clipped a hind leg knocking it down and that is when the other dogs got the message and ran off. He rolled the window all the way down and aimed carefully shooting the crying animal in the head silencing it. Looking around carefully in every direction he opened the door and put one foot on the pavement and stood up staying well inside its swing radius of the door ready to dive back inside. He watched the retreating dogs until he was satisfied they would not be coming back then turned his attention to the girl. She had stopped keening and except for the distant sound of the burning city the parking lot was quiet. The girl did not immediately climb down as he expected; she was staring at him blankly.
“Are you okay?” he said.
If she was infected like the others he did not want anything more to do with her. He watched as she slowly nodded her head up and down and he figured she must be in shock. He looked around again and got back in the car.
“Come on, are you coming?” he said.
He was not looking at her he was scanning the area for dogs. The girl did not move and he looked up at her through the windshield and wondered if she understood English. She was really beat-up looking and maybe only eleven or twelve-years-old; way too young to be on her own, he thought. He remembered a line from an old movie he liked and he stood up again and yelled at her to get her attention.
“Hey!”
The sound startled her and she lost her balance and almost fell but it worked she made eye contact with him.
”Come wiss me if you vant to live.”
She made a weird throaty sound that could have been laughter but also sounded a little bit crazy. At least it worked to break her out of her daze, he thought. As he waited for her to climb down from the roof of the van he continued scanning the area.
She slipped and fell the last few feet landing on her butt and immediately sprang to her feet with a terrified shriek. After being chased by dogs her instincts told her if she is down she is dead. He studied her a moment before unlocking the door on her side. He hoped he was not making a mistake she looked like everyone else he’d seen in the last thirty days, disgusting.
She was covered from head to foot in filth. He could not even tell if she was wearing long pants or shorts, her legs were caked in so much muck. When she came closer he saw blood
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