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father's misfortune because it's unfair and not true." Ira sat. Kira cried quietly but nodded.
    Janice seized the moment to speak into the empty silence. "Kira, can you please tell us more of who the Schafers are?"
    Kira brushed tears away with the back of her hand and cleared her throat. "My husband, Carl, had been a Navy Seal. My father was an avid hunter and outdoorsman, but he had no military background. Carl correctly saw the course of the zombie affliction early on. He tried to warn relatives, friends, and neighbors. No one listened seriously. They mostly agreed, but all of them had misplaced faith that the government could and would contain and eradicate the zombies. After all, this was the USA and they believed we were invincible.
    "Carl trained me, Paige and my father as if we were Special Forces recruits." She smiled and patted Paige on the thigh. "We learned a lot and improved greatly, but, of course, we were never equal to Carl or any other special forces trained person.
    "My father had owned a cabin at the edge of the Mark Twain Forest in southeast Missouri for many years. We moved there before the zombie's began to spread to our locale. The area is remote, and zombies didn't wander there often. We felt safe back in the deep woods, but we had to venture out routinely for food and other supplies. That's how we came to be at the Walmart in St. Peters where Carl died." Kira looked at me. "I apologize for blaming you for my father's death. I know it wasn't your fault, but...."
    Paige cried and clutched at Kira's arm at the mention of Carl's death. Kira didn't ask her to address the group.
    Kira wiped tears away and straightened. "I would like to know more about the origin, workings and structure of your group, so we know who you are and what to expect."
    Shane remained seated but raised his hand to get Kira's attention.
    "I'll take that Mrs. Schafer. I'm Shane Holescheck." His red hair and short red beard outlined a ruddy complexion. "A year prior to the first recognition of the zombie affliction spreading across the Mid East and Africa, Tom won the Illinois State Lottery. He owned a construction business, and he and his wife, Emma, loved to ride horses. She was Tom's office manager, a part time physical fitness trainer, and a horsewoman. She died recently during a zombie attack.
    "After taxes, Tom and Emma had almost six million dollars. They bought two hundred acres of ground here where this building sets. Sixty acres are tillable, the other one hundred forty acres is woodland with a thirty-two acre lake. They'd planned to build a large horse barn with an indoor competitive riding arena. They had dreams of training and boarding horses and working that together in addition to his construction business.
    "Before the zombie's attacked major European cities, Tom changed the building plans and made it into a place of refuge. John Alton, our mechanical engineer, solved the detailed engineering aspects. Tom and Emma invited twelve of their best friends and their families to join them at the farm and prepare to live here for the duration of the siege we all anticipated. All of us agreed the threat to our country was great, and we felt the politicians would dither away precious days and weeks with their infighting and one upmanship. We predicted the government would be overrun just as the Mideast and Asia had been. Europe was in the first stages of failure and the apocalypse was clearly spreading faster than they could react to it. We strongly felt we would be next.
    "All of the original twelve members had a say in the design and construction of the facility. We quit our jobs, moved trailers to the property, and began building this one hundred foot by two hundred foot, two-story building ourselves. It has many special features we'll be glad to show you.
    "Two deep wells were drilled inside the perimeter of the building before the concrete floor was poured and the building was erected. Outside, four, twenty thousand gallon