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devilishly in my direction. I shudder to think what an enraged Dump Truck with a lug nut loosener could do to a man’s coconut and we all spread out to keep stepping and prowling for possibilities. I stopped for a minute to let everyone catch up with me.
    “I do not like this folks; you notice how quiet this street is? I think most of these folks knew it was a bad area to begin with and just got the hell out of dodge, as soon as they broke down. It is a bit of a ghost town in this older sector, but the run down appearance of this area tells me people are not likely to hang around on a good day.” I murmured while looking down the street at the scattering of vehicles in various positions from parked to wrecked or just stalled out in the road.
    “Ha! What’s that my friends, I see something interesting come on.” and stepped off towards my goal.
    “A bug mobile?” You aren’t going all Mc Gyver on us, Dave, are you?” Dump truck questioned, as I was opening the hatch on a Orkin Truck.
    “I am not sure if they have what I want, but I think they got the equivalent of mace in here.” I said while rummaging around in the back of the truck.
    “Yup, just as I expected” I said producing a brand new can of Wasp spray.
    “What do you do with that, light it?” Dump inquired getting interested in the can.
    “Nope, this bottle of bug mace works on people, too. It’s worse than pepper spray and has some components in it similar to nerve gas.”
    “I am glad you’re on our side, Dave.” Melanie said speculatively.
    “Here, take this, its point and spray at the face, no instructions needed if we get cornered, but hide it in your purse as a surprise.” I said, while handing her the can of industrial strength ‘hoodlum’ spray.
    “It won’t permanently blind them, will it?” Melanie asked, as she was gingerly handling the can.
    “It’s possible, but when push comes to shove; their intentions don’t have a conscience, its best you lose yours, too.” I said looking seriously at her.
    “I guess the world really has gone to hell in a hand basket.” she resolutely replied.
    “Just consider them aliens and that can of Raid is something they are allergic to kind of like slugs and salt.” I said with a grin.
    “Good one, David.” Dump said, as we shared grins all around.
    “Come on. Folks, lets keep moving another block over, and we stay tight for now,” I declared while still scanning cars, but focusing on just making it out of the area.
    “I have wanted to get a tire iron all day, but most folks will take their keys with them to get back in the house when they abandon a vehicle.” I said musing at loud.
    “Where’s your home, David?” Melanie asked.
    “Montgomery, Alabama.” I said dismally.
    “Shit, you’re a long ways from home. Where you headed now?” she replied looking horrified.
    “Montgomery. Dumps getting off the hike in Newnan and I’m going to road march my ass there come hell or high water.” I claimed.
    “You must have been in the military. I haven’t heard that term in years, except for my Daddy sharing war stories with his buddies.” Melanie replied.
    “Yeah, I was. Its funny how your vocabulary changes once you join up.”
    “Melanie, next block or two, it time for you to go right and us go left. I’m sorry, but we got to divide paths.” I said trying to look consolingly at her. She stopped, dead in her tracks.
    “What?” she blurted.
    “I… I kind of thought you were helping Me.” she tearfully addressed me.
    “We are, but our paths follow different roads. I am sorry, darling, but we gotta go.” I said sheepishly. I don’t know her well enough to hug her or put an arm around her shoulder. I am always a disaster when it comes to women’s emotions and my need to care and protect when it’s not on familiar grounds, hell, even when it is.
    “Ok, I understand.” she said wiping tears away. “Its, Its, just all too much and I...” Ah hell David just hug her, if she