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wad of heroes shooting their way up to us. I didn't believe in this magic cure fix or immunization idea either. Not this soon. I resented the speech because the government had to have known what was in the works. There were cases before this, the CDC had confirmed that it had been around long enough to mutate for Christ sake and there had been no super important presidential announcement then. Before it might have done some good. Now? I didn't really see the silver lining that the president was trying to sell us.
    Trent stood up, sighed, then said "It's time to go. We have to get back now if there is a chance." I saw the world weigh heavy on him. He didn't look like that presidential address made him believe in the government, just like he didn't believe in them yesterday. Trent believed that the only way the government did work was because all the sheep out there were willing to accept the government as an authority.
    I looked over at Drew. His eyes were full of tears as he pet the dog. The dog occasionally looked at his face and licked the tears that spilled out. "It's all crazy out there. It's crazy and gross and it's scary. I wanna go home but now I'm scared of the zombies. What if they get us? What if we get eaten on the way home?"
    "We are not getting eaten. Your grandpa has guns and I am going to take them with us. We are going to get in that truck and going to run over anything in front of us. We are going to get home and get safe. We are thinkers and we aren't stupid like those idiots that did get infected. Those guys were standing out in the open and were pretty much wearing signs that said I'm stupid eat me. That lady in the heels didn't have the sense to take them off to run. The reporter was standing out there and didn't bother to check her surroundings. She was told that they took down the security check point to escape but didn't put together that if the people trapped in the airport can get out easier now then so can the zombies. We aren't stupid so we are going to be fine. Now you and your mom need to get Tesla and those last bags of food in the truck and I'll be right there." Trent got his point across well and Drew seemed to be uplifted by these words.
    When the last of what we needed got loaded into the truck Trent said he'd be right back. He ducked inside and came back out with a picture of his parents on their wedding day, different than the one that I had grabbed off the living room wall, and his dad's gun case in one hand. His other hand had a large tackle box. He tucked his finds behind the drivers seat, climbed in, turned the key, and we were off.

 
    And Back Again
     
    The congested roadways we saw on the way to mom's had nothing on the roads now. Before there were occupants in the cars tensely driving out of town. The cars now were abandoned. Doors were left wide open on some. Bumpers touched each other as though no one put the cars in park before fleeing them. As we drove past some cars we saw signs of the battle that had just happened. Copious amounts of blood filled the seats of several empty cars. On more than one occasion a bloody shoe was left behind with what I swore was still filled with a foot. We passed through an intersection and in the distance down the cross street I saw people running away from blood covered figures ambling after them with arms outstretched as though they were going to reach over the distance and capture their prey.
    "Oh. My. God." Trent whispered to me. "What the hell is this?"
    "Drew, baby," I said, "lie down in the back there. Keep your eyes closed. I don't want you to see this. Love you. Trent, hon, we have to get out of here. The people are gone so use the sidewalk if you have to but we have to be home." Tesla offered a little yap in agreement from her safe spot in the back seat wrapped in Drew's arms.
    I was worried a bit over what we were going to find when we got back. Would there be blood filled apartments and dead things stumbling about? If the zombies took