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Jessie said “How can this place be so empty?”
       Brian remarked suspiciously “Not even one shredder around?.. That’s weird, man. The front gate to this place was just hangin open.”
       “And there were a bunch of them in the road, just outside of it.”
       Jenny interjected “Just because we can’t see any on this street doesn’t mean they aren’t around. Something could have drawn them to the other side of the neighborhood – so, let’s hurry and get in that house. We can get a much better view from the second floor windows once we’re inside.”
       Jessie demanded that we stay back while he and Brian found a way through the front door. “We have experience doing this kind of thing. There could be a shredder trapped inside… or someone could be in there waiting to blow one of our heads off.”
       When they approached the door, Brian looked it up and down and raised a brow. “Uh, Jessie? I don’t think we’re getting through this door without totally destroying it. And we gotta be able to lock this place up.”
       “Then we’ll just have to break a window and find a way to block it off.” Jessie said as he walked over to one of the tall windows next to the front door, flipped his rifle around and got ready to break out the glass.
       Jenny said “Hey! Go around back – don’t break one in the front … Think about it, Jessie.”
       Jessie waved her off and started heading around the side of the house. Brian said “Stay here and keep watch” as he followed behind him.
       It was strange to see Walt standing right next to Jenny. In every sense of the word, he towered over her… She couldn’t be more than 5’4’’, but she undoubtedly came across as the kind of person you wouldn’t want to have an altercation with. It was easy to see as she stood there holding her rifle in full uniform.
       I couldn’t even sense the slightest amount of fear or worry. Aside from an occasional smile, joke or brief laugh, her sharp features and conversation rarely ever portrayed anything but the utmost seriousness. She wasn’t cold or abrasive at all – just confident in her intellect and abilities, while also being prone to concentrating on the task at hand.
       She was very attractive, so Anthony immediately took a liking to her. I could even see that she’s had experience with kids and seemed to genuinely enjoy them. The majority of times I’ve seen her break character were when she spoke to one of them.
       When Anthony pulled away from Melanie’s hand, she momentarily panicked, lunged toward him and grabbed his arm. “Anthony, don’t do that!”
       “I’m sorry Melanie. I just wanna ask Jenny something.” Anthony said as he hunched his shoulders.
       Melanie leaned her head back and looked up at the sky. “I didn’t mean to scare you Anthony. I just have to be extra careful so nothing happens to you… I’m sorry too.”
       Jenny walked over and squatted down next to him. “What’s up, Anthony.”
       His eyes moved to her gun and a smile stretched across his face. “Is that a M4?”
       Jenny jerked her head back in surprise and took turns glancing at me and Melanie. She nervously laughed and said “It sure is. Now how do you know that, little guy?”
       “I always pick that gun when I play Call of Duty.”
       Melanie and I both started cracking up, and Clara curled her lips down in disgust as she said “I hate that stupid game. It’s so loud and annoying.”
       Jenny was about to ask Anthony another question when a loud banging coming from the back of the house got our attention. Walt started to head toward the sound and I said “Wait, don’t go. Two able people need to be around for the kids. I’ll go check it out. I think I know what’s going on.”
       “What?”
       “Those windows must be impact-resistant. That’s the sound of him trying to break the glass with the stock of his rifle – it’s not gonna work. He’s