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controlled, so why did the warning lights in her head start flashing in panic? She backed out the door quickly—well, as quickly as her throbbing head would allow after getting blasted with a chunk of rebar. Her instincts told her that, as tired as these men were, they should not be alone right now.
    As she headed over to a group that was cleaning up after the last phase of meals, an idea sprouted in her perpetually active mind. When people arrived at the compound, a lot of them fell into their most comfortable roles so a lot of cooks took over the kitchens and servers took over where they could best contribute.
    She pulled the servers, bartenders, and cooks from their seemingly never-ending jobs and spoke with them.
    “I need all of you to just be yourselves. We need to keep everyone healthy and on an even keel if we are going to survive this, so just be how you are and start talking to these people.”
    Confused at first, the hard-working crew entered the showroom and instantly felt the gloom that hung heavily in the air. It didn’t take long for the pros to start mingling amongst the weary men with warm smiles, drinks, and even the offer of a joint here and there. Lisa smiled; they knew she couldn’t give a fuck about marijuana right now. Not that she gave a fuck about it before the world went to shit, but she had done her job when it came to enforcing the laws concerning weed.
    The scene did not become one of revelry or a party by any means, but it was a much-needed respite. With a couple of shots and some good conversation, the mood in the room lightened a bit. The professionals casually chewed the fat with the equipment men, who were the backbone in this fight. Some wept as they released their pent up emotions. A lot of them knew each other, or at least had found common ground, and the room started to group together, their pain shared as they worked through what they could.
    Lisa wore a small, resigned smile as she headed for the door, when a shout from one of the operators caught her attention. The man held a bottle of whiskey up with the neck pointed right at her. He slowly stood, preparing to say something. His face was filled with so much emotion that she didn’t know if she should run away, or what. Her hand unconsciously slipped down to the Glock in her holster.
    “You!” he said, and waited to make sure everyone was paying attention. “Lieutenant Reynolds … saved us all.” There was only a slight slur to his words as he stenciled the air with the mouth of the bottle.
    “Get some sleep, bud. We got a lot of work ahead of us,” Lisa said, and was about to turn away when the man spoke again.
    “So what did the Army man tell you?”
    The question was so clearly spoken and precise that it stopped her in her tracks. She vaguely recalled the conversation she had with …? Captain? Colonel maybe? She knew it wasn’t a general, and his name was nothing but fog. Damn it, why did Skit have to hit her so hard with that rebar? Her memory was still there, but that particular situation was dimming. She remembered a few things but …
    “Tell me about what, exactly?” Lisa stalled, trying to recollect something that she could give them.
    “I don’t know … about the world? Or Little Rock, at least?” he asked, naming the larger city to the east. “Where is the Army, and when are we going to get some help here?” he continued, genuinely curious and patiently waiting for just a little bit of information. And they deserved it.
    “It’s not good out there. Regular Army for a lot of states was deployed a couple of days ago and are nowhere near us. Little Rock is burning and the dead are feasting.” She paused to let the gravity of her words sink in. “National Guard and others might be trickling in from time to time, but as far as any help , I don’t think there is anybody else.”
    “So what are we going to do?” a female’s voice from somewhere behind asked. A veil was lifted within her mind, and