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manages to show off a lot of muscle.
    “I’m not going to hurt you guys,” he adds when we don’t relax.
    “How do we know you’re not lying?” I ask.
    Again, the guy shrugs. “I guess you don’t. My name’s Ryan, by the way.” He tucks his gun into the band of his pants and flashes us an easygoing smile.
    I feel a little bit more relaxed once the gun is out of sight, but maybe that’s part of his plan to make us drop our guard. “Where are you headed?” I ask as he goes back to the box of food and continues to pack cans away.
    “I don’t know.” His face gets darker, like he’s remembering something bad. “Just try to find somewhere safe, I guess.” He tucks a can of peaches into the box and then looks up at us with a piercing blue gaze. “What about you guys?”
    “Same,” I say as casually as I can “just trying to find somewhere safe.” I don’t want to let this complete stranger know that we might have a place.
    Ryan nods, “I hope there’s somewhere like that left.”
    He seems so sad that I’m not really afraid of him anymore.
    “Did you find that gun in this house?” Megan asks him.
    He nods.
     “Were there anymore? Anything for us?”
    Ryan looks like he’s thinking something over as he stares at us. “There were a couple,” he admits before walking out of the room and returning a second later with an armload of handguns.
    It looks like more than a couple to me. He sets them on the counter, and we both draw closer to look at them.
    “Have you ever handled a gun before?” he asks.
    I shake my head, but Megan doesn’t answer as she picks up one of the shiny black pieces of metal and pulls out the magazine like some sort of action star. She checks it, pulling out the bullets, reloads the clip, and then slides the magazine back into the gun.
    I am a little stunned, and Ryan looks impressed.
    Megan sees me looking. “One of my foster dads a few years ago was a gun nut,” she explains.
    I nod like that makes perfect sense, but my head is spinning. I am rejoicing that at least one of us knows how to fire a gun. I am really hoping that she will find it in her heart to teach me how to use one too.
    “Is there any extra ammo?” Megan asks.
    Ryan nods, “There is.” He doesn’t say anything else or offer us any, and we both stare at him.
    “Well, can we have some?” I ask.
    Ryan looks hesitant. “I’ll give you a couple boxes,” he says after a moment of reflection.
    I let out a breath of relief. “Thanks.”
    I walk over to the pantry and am glad to see there’s actually a lot of stuff left. I grab one of those reusable cloth grocery bags and begin to pack stuff away.
    “Well, groceries and guns isn’t bad.” I say with pride as I set our booty by the front door.
    Megan mumbles her agreement as she puffs out a tired breath and sets down another heavy box.  Ryan has already told us that he’s searched the barn and only found a small container of gas. He helps us haul our boxes out to the suburban. I have to admit I feel much safer with Ryan there.
    “Well…thanks,” I say when we are awkwardly facing each other in the entrance way.
    He frowns at us, “You’re leaving?”
    I look at Megan expectantly; I had assumed so. She nods her head to confirm it.
    “Yes,” I tell him, like it was my idea the whole time.
    Ryan shakes his head, “I’m not trying to tell you what to do—”
    “Then don’t,” Megan interrupts him.
    I look over at her, a little surprised.
    “It’s going to be dark in an hour, and you don’t want to be out on the road when it gets dark.” He continues as if Megan’s interruption didn’t even faze him.
    “Why not?” I ask. “We have the car. I can’t think of anything safer than being in metal walls that move.” Ryan shakes his head at me.
    “You might think so, but it can be hard to avoid huge groups of them if you can’t see ahead. If your vehicle broke down, you would be stumbling around blind out there. Or if you don’t have