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picked it up,
blew on it and scarfed it down. She didn’t know if she would ever get a chance
to eat another Burgerville fry? So why the hell not. It was still delicious. The
floorboards were covered with children’s stuffed toys, extra jackets and shoes
that had been left behind over the last few months. The seats to her left and
right had hard chunks of plastic poking at her shoulders and ribs.
    “Can I move these into the
back?” Sara asked Jim as she pointed at the two seats, “If we crash again or I
need to get out quickly these things might get me killed.”
    Jim didn’t like the idea
of unhooking the girl’s seats. It was like Sara wanted to confirm that the
girls were gone and never coming back. He thought about it for a second and understood
why she was asking to move them.
    “That’s fine,” Jim
grumbled the words out. Sara looked over the belts to see how they weaved
through the seats and then hit the release button. It took a lot of effort to
get the safety seats up and over the backseat and tucked into the little trunk area
of the PT Cruiser.
    The doors to the PT
slammed shut and Jim worked the key into the ignition. As he backed the car up
the weight of the vehicle pulverized what was left of the bodies in the lot
behind them.
     
    Cliff and Tina stood at
their bedroom window and watched Jim, Frank and Sara pull out of the parking
lot. It was the second time they watched a Blackmore leave the apartment
complex that afternoon.
    “You think we’ll ever see
them again?” Tina said, her voice filled with sorrow. She hoped to God they
would make it back with the equipment. She didn’t want that young man in the
living room dying on her. She had already seen enough death today.
    “Maybe, they made it out
of Portland,” Cliff said as he rubbed the back of his buzz cut head.
    “If one of them comes back
with a bite taken out of them, what are we gonna do?” Tina rested her head on
her husband’s shoulder.
    “I don’t know. I guess
we’ll figure that out if and when it happens.” Cliff tilted his head to rest it
on top of Tina’s.
     
    Sara tossed over the last car
seat into the back. With them out of the way she had plenty of space and it
felt so much better now that she had room to move. Jim had pulled out of the
parking lot and crossed a street. The road was clogged with busted flaming
vehicles. So he headed into the backlot of a shopping center. As they rounded
the corner of the building Sara spotted a Black Rock Coffee kiosk. Sara worked
at a coffee kiosks in Portland, close to where she and her parents lived. She had
gotten the job about three months ago and liked it well enough. The other girls
she worked with were fun and Sara had mastered the extra flirt it took to get
the male and some female customers to leave a little more cash in the tip jar.
She worked there part-time and was enrolled at Portland State University. For
the last two years she had been studying history.
    She wasn’t sure what
career path she was going to take learning about ancient Greece, The Roman
Empire and the last two World Wars, but she found them very interesting.
    Seeing the ruined coffee
shop caused her mind to rewind and replay the day. She had worked the opening
shift and that meant she was there at four-thirty in the morning and got off at
noon. The ride home was a little crazy. People were driving like idiots, they
were all over the road and crashing into each other. She had no idea what was
really going on.
    When she finally pulled up
to her parent’s house, she found it alarming that the front door was wide open.
Her father had been terrified of home invasions her whole life. To find the
front door unlocked was peculiar, to see it wide open was insane. Sara walked
with caution for the front door as she sipped an ice mocha she had made for
herself.
    “Mom? Dad?” she called
from the open doorway. The living room was a mess. Sara took another sip of her
cold coffee, “Maa-,” she cut the call for her