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difference between man and beast. Man had the ability and desire within them to help those who can’t help themselves. It was the most beautiful of human qualities and must be salvaged.
    Another portion of fog lifted from her conversation with the mysterious major. In America, we have a citizen army. Welcome to the Army. “Fuck!” she said to no one as she started off in search of Benson or Bret Junior, feeling trapped by a morality she didn’t even know she had.
    “Lisa!” The small, excited voice came to her from across the parking lot where Cat was hurrying toward her. She wondered how her father, Ed Krupp, a man who despised her for such petty reasons, could have such a cool daughter. The girl reminded her of the girl she always wanted to be while growing up … with family, activities, and friends. Lisa pushed the useless thought away and smiled as the young woman approached.
    “Hey, Shooter! Did ya get some sleep?”
    “Yeah, slept like a rock over in one of the hospital meeting rooms that they converted into bunk dorms. I wanted to give you your rifle back,” Cat said.
    “Are you nuts? The way you shoot, I’d be a fool to take that from you. Unless, of course, you wanted something bigger,” Lisa replied.
    “No, no, this is perfect for close-in fighting. Now if you wanted to set me up on a wall and take some distance shots, I would want a .308 or something a little bigger,” Cat said in a casual way, but Lisa was able to detect intent behind the innocence.
    “Exactly how good of a shot are you, Cat?”
    “I was two-time national teen champion for rifle a few years ago and held the skeet title all through high school. I was a little slow on the sidearm comps but still placed third or fourth consistently.” Again, she tried to be casual, but she couldn’t help but show pride in her tone and she had every right.
    “Tell ya what, I am going to find Benson, and we’ll see if I can hook you up.” Lisa draped an arm around the shoulder of the young lady and suddenly felt vulnerable. It was as if she walked from a warm, dry room into an extremely cold, blowing world, where she was exposed to everyone’s scrutiny. There was really no way to explain it with exception of being a ten-point buck stuck in the peep sights of an archer’s string.
    She looked around, trusting in her instincts and pulling Cat in closer in case she had to cover her, but there was nothing. No one was looking toward them or toward anything threatening. Lisa reached up and touched the bandage on her head, reminding herself that she might not be processing certain things properly yet, but it felt so real …
    The rumble of diesel engines outside filled the air with their comforting sounds as the compound repelled another surge while others slept or worked. It was a picture of normality that probably shouldn’t exist within a zombie apocalypse, yet it did.
    “What are you doing up and about?” Benson said as he sat in front of his tent eating with his kids and obviously just out of bed.
    “Hey, who is manning the fort?” Lisa asked, concerned that neither one of them were out there conducting things.
    “Bret Junior. Just like he has been doing since the moment he met you. People think you’re in charge bu—”
    “Do we really want to go down that bullshit road again, Benson? Christ!” Lisa said, not even realizing that their last conversation had hurt. Him implying that she was getting some kind of rush from being the go-to on all of this.
    “Potty mouth, potty mouth, potty mouth,” Danny sang while prancing around with a half-eaten sandwich in his hand, making Lisa’s stomach growl.
    “No, I mean … I wasn’t going there. I meant that he really took over. We’d be lost without him and his old man.”
    “Oh, sorry. I agree, he has to stay with the game plan or we’re screwed.” Lisa instantly calmed down when she realized he wasn’t dredging up the bad blood from their earlier conversation. “So what is our game