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question.
"But, what is the plan Kyle? We can't just stay here forever, can we? We
need the police or the military. We need help."
    Silence lingered as Jasmine finished talking, everyone
looking at her or Patrick, who almost looked a little guilty.
    "Jasmine," said Kyle gently, "I don't think
there are cops anymore, at least, that can come and help us. And the military,
who knows what's going on there? My plan is to find out what's going on and get
help, but until then, we survive. I'm not out to wreak havoc on the diseased,
save anyone across the country or restore order. I just want to keep everyone
here safe."
    "I know that Kyle, and I'm thankful we're here. I just
want my kids to be safe. And I'm willing to trade Patrick for that."
    Abe jerked his head at the offer. What?  He looked at
Jasmine, who was smiling at her husband. Abe began to see why the yellow haired,
Mohawk wearing Patrick would marry her; she was funny. Still though, an odd
group of friends.
    Old Ben stood, his body popping like a bowl full of
Kellogg's. "Listen here, I've got something to say-"
    "You don't need to stand Uncle Ben," Eric said,
watching his uncle struggle up from the cot.
    Old Ben turned to face Eric, "Listen here you hairy
barbarian, I'll stand if I want to and stop calling me Uncle. We're not
kin."
    Eric rolled his eyes, "You know you're my Great
Uncle."
    Old Ben rubbed his ancient hand through his pure white
hair, "I know nothing."
    Edmund, loving to hear Eric get put in his place, burst out
laughing at Old Ben. "You know nothing?"
    Eric, ready to lash out at somebody, turned to the young
man from England. "You keep your yap shut Queen's boy, this here is
American business."
    "Now listen here," said Old Ben, drawing the
attention back from the laughter infecting the room. "I think Kyle's got a
good head on his shoulders, now he might be a Yankee, but-"
    "I grew up not two hours from here," Kyle said
with a smile.
    "Actually," broke in Abe, "Mom was from
Pennsylvania, so technically doesn't that make us half Yankees?"
    "Hold on," Patrick interrupted in a slow southern
draw, "Does that mean I'm a southerner now that I live here?"
    Edmund stood and waved both his arms out. "You're all
bloody Yanks."
    "Confound it, respect your elders, I've got the
floor," yelled Old Ben, his voice crackling. The group, torn between
laughing and being aggravated, all turned to Old Ben. "That's better. Now,
I was saying…Well, I must have said it."
    Old Ben sat down, ignorant of the smiles aimed in his
direction.
    Kyle gave a small cough, and everyone turned back in his
direction. Kyle looked at Eric. "Did you count how many rounds we went
through?"
    Eric gave a nod, then pulled a small piece of paper out of
his pants. "Yeah, we used about two thousand rounds this morning, give or
take a hundred. "Eric looked from the paper to see Kyle clenching his
teeth.
    "Two thousand rounds?" asked Kyle, hoping the
count was wrong.
    "Or less," said Eric. "It seems, some of us
got a little carried away."
    Old Ben, shaking his head in disgust, nodded and spoke
again. "Terrible shooting son, no doubt about it. It's a good thing they
can't shoot back. But, I saw it coming. First time in a real fight, I imagine,
people had the shakes and shooting ain't as easy as people think. And these
people, ain't really people, they’re-"
    "Zombies," Patrick insisted.
    "Diseased," said Kyle.
    "Whatever they are," finished Old Ben, "put
the fear of God in some people here. Shaking you see."
    Kyle took a minute and thought back to how many rounds they
loaded on the trucks when they left. About 10,000 if he remembered correctly. A
fifth of that was gone now. If they ran out of bullets, they were in real trouble;
no way could they fight these things hand to hand.
    Old Ben wasn't done though, he cleared his throat, a raspy
attention grabber. "If we're running low on bullets, we could always hit
up the Coast Guard station. I doubt the Coast guard ever got anything going in
all of this.