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books were on the table, after not being here in so long. I also noticed that Will was dressed in different clothes that I didn't recognize. Maybe it was something that he had with him or it could have belonged to Mr. Allen. They were about the same size now that I think about it, though Will was a bit thinner.
    "Come on princess, eat up. We have work to do." Will motioned to the food in front of me.
    "Work?" I ignored the princess comment, for now.
    "Have you looked at the food supply in here? We should do some hunting, catch something fresh for dinner. You like rabbit?" Will asked, as he got up to wash his dishes. Fresh meat did sound good but hunting was never something that appealed to me. Dad, Zach and Jacob used to go sometimes after we started leaving the basement. Zach never did catch anything but Dad and Jacob always managed to bring back enough for everyone. Sometimes it was deer or rabbit or squirrel but I never really wanted any details. It was easier that way. Now Will expected me to not only go, but participate in this killing ritual. I had never killed anything, well, nothing that wasn't already dead anyway, and I wasn't sure I wanted to start now.
    "Uh, I don't know Will. I've never really--"
    "Well at least come and be an extra set of eyes, for security. Plus, I can teach you how to use the bow. It's much quieter than that gun for yours and a hell of a lot better than that hammer." Will took my empty bowl and washed that too. Hmm he cooks and cleans up too. Maybe he wasn't so bad after all.
    "What makes you think I don't know how to use a bow already?"
    Typical guy, assuming I didn't know how to use weapons.
    "Because you think I could shoot myself in the face laying on top of it," Will said flatly.
    Okay, so I didn't know the first thing about a crossbow. Dad had taught me to shoot a gun long before the streets were taken over by the undead. He was sure it was something we would all need one day. Mom refused to learn. She stayed home despite his repeated attempts to persuade her to go with us. Instead, she baked cookies every time trying to keep her mind off the fact that her little girl was learning to use a gun. I was pretty good too. Dad said I was a natural. He never did teach me to use the crossbow even though he had a few. I know he knew how to use it because he taught Jacob and Zach during the first few days of life back out of the basement. I think Dad secretly always wished he had sons.
    "That reminds me, I have something to show you."
    I led him over to at all mahogany closet in the bedroom that my parents shared. I forgot to show Will the weapons last night like I planned. Since we were in this together, for now, I figured he should have access to what was in there. Many of the people I had met up with since I was on my own probably would have cleaned it out and disappeared in the night. For some reason, I didn't think I had to worry about that with Will. I wanted to trust my judgment but I had been wrong so many times before. I guess this was one way to test out if I was wrong yet again.
    I opened the lock with the key Dad kept in the ceramic bowl I made him for Father's day in second grade. It was a pathetic thing really, uneven and puke green but he loved it. Of all the things he thought to bring down to the basement that first day, this was the only item that wasn't necessary and practical. It always made me smile when I saw it sitting there on his dresser.
    The closet was lined with an assortment of handguns, rifles, a few crossbows and larger, full size bows, hanging on the double doors. On the inside of the closet were shelves filled with ammunition of various sorts, arrows and bolts, hatchets, hammers, just about everything you could use to take down anything, living or not. Will's eyes opened wide at the sight of so many new toys. He looked like a little kid on Christmas morning. He was speechless. It was quite amusing. I couldn't help but laugh, though I don't think he even cared. He was