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emergency number again and again to no avail.
    "You're right the phone is still useless, I can't get through to the police," Gin said, as she tossed her cell phone onto the kitchen counter just barely missing the sink.
    "We can't stay here, it’s not safe," I said.
    Billy waved his hands around in front of his face, as he shooed away the flies.
    "Well I'm not going to stay here with all these flies," he exclaimed!
    "The cops aren't coming, the ambulance isn't coming, nobody is coming, I think we're on our own," Jacob scowled.
    "He's probably right, after what I saw on my way home, what the television said, and now this, there might not even be a police force now, or army, or anything," I said, as I shooed away some flies that were now tormenting me as well.
    Gin leaned toward me, her face now beginning to turn the same shade of green that Jacob's had earlier and muttered.
    "This is disgusting, how are we going to clean up this mess?"
    I tried not to think of just how disgusting what we had to do was really going to be, and I said.
    "I've got an idea. You boys go get the snow shovels, and that old paint drop cloth that’s out in the garage. Hurry up! Bring some duct tape too!"
    "And some insect spray if you can find any," Gin added loudly.
    When the boys returned with the paraphernalia I'd sent them to retrieve, we began to shovel our repugnant former neighbors piles of guts and dismembered body parts, along with Julie's severed head outside onto the patio.
    We didn't get very far before hearing the heaving sound of Gin vomiting from the sight of the disjointed corpses and the smell of fecal matter from Jon's shredded bowls.
    The odor had already permeated the room, and was spreading quickly throughout the rest of the house. Now with the vomit added to the mix, the reeking stench in the room was almost too much for any of us to bear.
    Jacob's tint was greener still, as he covered his mouth.
    "I think I'm going to throw up too," he complained.
    "Try to hold it down," I said. "Leave the room if you have too."
    Jacob turned his head away from the pile of intestines he was pushing out the door and dropped his shovel to the floor.
    "I'm going to the garage, it doesn't smell out there," he said before covering his mouth with his hand once more.
    "Go with him honey, you don't look so good either," I said to Gin, hoping Billy could tolerate the smell long enough to help me finish the distasteful (again, no pun intended) job at hand.
    "How are you doing Billy? Are you going to make it?" I asked.
    Looking up at me with a scowl on his face, he answered.
    "I'm okay, but let's hurry, this really stinks."
    Trying not to slop blood on each other, or ourselves, we worked as swiftly as we could, shoving the almost unrecognizable human remains out the doorway, which had the effect of drawing most of the flies outside with them.
    We sealed off the broken glass door with the paint tarp and the duct tape to keep the flies out, sprayed the kitchen with insect spray killing most of the flies and masking the reeking stench of Jon's feces a little, then swatted the few remaining flies with a couple of folded newspapers.
    As we finished the morbid cleaning chore, Billy looked out a back window and spotted another disease-infested neighbor none of us recognized wandering around our backyard.
    "There's another one dad, looks like he's headed next door to Don's house."
    "Don will just have to take care of himself, we have our own problems," I answered. "Hell, for all I know Don's already one of them."
    "You go see if there's anything new on the television, I'll go get your mother and Jacob," I said, as I turned and walked toward the garage.
    Opening the door to the garage, I was glad to see that the normal color had returned to my spouse and son's faces.
    I looked at Gin and repeated my previous statement.
    "We need to leave; it's not safe here anymore."
    "Where can we go?"
    "I don't know!" I answered shaking my head. "But I know that we can't stay here