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fear.  As he turned, his mind caught on to the fact that his ears perceived moaning.  He lunged in her direction as she drew her pistol.  He knew she wasn’t very good with it, but together they stood a better chance of surviving.
    He hit the deck on his left shoulder and rolled onto his back.  There in front of him was a female zombie.  The bite marks to her neck were still clearly visible.  The zombie took a step towards the duo and crashed to the deck.  The lower part of her right leg was at an odd angle and was oozing black semi-congealed blood.
    She was only about 5 feet from Mike when he fired again.  Although he never heard it, Kerry had fired at the same time.  A single fiery hot shell casing cascaded down the neckline of his shirt.  He cried out in pain as he struggled to get the scorching hot metal away from his skin.  As he did, another gunshot, and another spent shell casing tumbling over his exposed skin.  This time he brushed it away before it did him any harm.
    He looked to his feet.  The zombie was no longer moving.  Its outstretched arm was a mere foot from his leg.  A rapidly growing pool of black blood was growing around the monster’s head.  She helped him up.
    “Thanks,” he muttered as he stood.  The adrenaline was already wearing off and he was beginning to shake.  She holstered her pistol and embraced him tightly.  He had been one of the people who had risked their lives to save hers.  She couldn’t bear to see him dead.
    The rest of the journey went uneventfully.  When they reached Singing River Island, they found four neat little holes in the boat.  Two of them were below the waterline and would need to be patched.
     
    Singing River Island is a relatively small island.  It is actually the results of large scale dredging operations and is manmade.  The former tenants of the island included both the US Navy and the US Coast Guard.  The Navy was never able to station more than about 2,000 personnel on the base, and the Coast Guard contingent never reached more than 50.  No one on the island was aware of these facts.
    Jen and Indira were, however, learning just how small the island and their new community truly were.  It didn’t take long for the first few patients to drop by to see the “real doctors.”
    The first woman was named Marge and looked to be in her mid 50’s.  Her accent told them she was not from the south.  It was slightly nasal, as if she were from the Midwest.  Oh, she was a talker.  She went on and on about her doctor back home.  She told them how he was so sweet.  He was Indian or Pakistani.  “Like you dear,” she had told Indira.  She had even gone so far as to ask if Indira had known him.  Indira was forced to hold back a chuckle as she apologized to Marge and inform her that she did not know Dr. Gandhi from East Prairie, Missouri.
    After twenty minutes of small talk, Jen finally had to ask Marge why she had come to the clinic.  “Well,” she began.  “I haven’t had my blood pressure pills in the last week.  If I don’t get them, I’m going to end up with these terrible headaches.  I was wondering if you brought any blood pressure pills with you.”
    The two girls were stunned.  They had never given any thought to health maintenance.  For the past month everyone had simply been worried about survival.  It was Jen who spoke first.  “Sweetheart, we don’t have any right now, but if you could tell us what you take, we could try to get some.”  This seemed to be good enough for Marge.  She gave the names of three blood pressure medicines and a cholesterol medicine before she left.
    Jen turned to the older of the two paramedics.  “Joe, how many people around here are on some kind of medicine?”  He shrugged.  “I don’t know.  Sometimes people come in asking.  I tell them we don’t have any, and they seem satisfied with that.”  That was not the answer Jen was hoping to hear.  She did not want to start off