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was in the living room, looking at me with that panicked look again. The guns were still in the exact same place as I left them. I took one of the hand guns and carried it over next to the where the others were seated. I sat down and tried to figure the thing out. I loathe these things, but I suppose now is a good time to get over that.
     
    “What do we do now?” Mom asked.
    “I don’t know. We wait.”
     
    The front door rattled and everyone turned. Mom let out a little squeal, Bridget squeezed over next to me. Dad came in. Bridget jumped up and ran over to him.
     
    “Daddy!” she shouted, jumping against him and hugging him.
    “It’s okay.” he told her. He pulled himself away from her and turned to close and lock the door. “Who are these two?” Dad asked.
    “Amber and David.” Bridget told him. She’s crying. “Their parents aren’t home. What’s going on, what is wrong with people?”
    “It’s going to be okay.” he told her.
     
    He nudged the box of guns with his shoe and then looked up at the rest of us. He scanned over us, and his eyes stopped on me. He glanced down at the gun in my hand. His eyes went to Mom, who is shaking and crying, then back at me. He gave a little nod.
     
    “How is everyone doing?” he asked. He asked me, actually, because Mom was basically incoherent.
    “Scared to death.” I told him.
    “How are you holding up?”
    “I’m okay.” I said. Tears began to flow. “Scared, but I’m okay.”
    “Good. Here in a while I’ll give you a quick lesson on how to use that.” he said, nodding toward the gun.
    “Mr. Lang, do you think my Mom and Dad are okay?” Tasha asked.
    “I wish I knew, Natasha. I certainly hope so.” He grabbed the shotgun and started loading shells into it. “This was a good idea. Was this you, Rebecca?”
    “Becca’s been so calm through all this.” Mom said. Finally she talks. “She’s known exactly what to do, she’s been so helpful.”
    “Well we’re going to have to get prepared quick, so I’m glad I can count on you, Rebecca.”
    “Prepared for what?” Amber asked him.
    “We can’t stay here.” he said.
    “But the President said...”
    “The President is wrong.”
    “We have to go home.” David said.
    “We’ll talk about that in a while.” He walked over and reached down and Mom stuck her hand in his. She held it to her face and cried. “Bridget and Natasha, go up and start packing. Just a couple of changes of clothes.”
    “Right.” Bridget said. Tasha nodded. They both stood and went upstairs.
    “Honey, why don’t you take our guests into the kitchen and see if they can help you pack enough food for a few days. I’m going to show Rebecca how to use that gun.”
     
    Mom reluctantly went into the kitchen with Amber and David. Dad sat on the sofa. He lowered his head and rubbed at his face. He’s really stressed. I guess that was stupid, we’re all stressed.
     
    “You sort of took charge, I guess?” he asked.
    “Someone had to.” I mumbled. “Mom wasn’t up to it.”
    “Yes, I guessed as much. I’m sorry it took me so long to get here. Traffic is crazy out there.”  
    “I know. Dad, what are we going to do?”
    “We’re going to the cabin up in the mountains. Remember Uncle Bill’s cabin? We visited there about three years ago.”  
    “I remember.”
    “It’s not safe here. The people that get infected go crazy, and they seem almost... blood thirsty. I’m sorry if this scares you, Becca, but this is just something you have to deal with. They become almost like cannibals. I saw it on the way here.”
    “Here in town?”
    “Yes. I’m going to show you how to use that gun. And after that, if someone so much as looks threatening you have to shoot them.”
    “Uh!”
    “I know it’s bad, but you have to, Rebecca. Because if they get close, you might catch whatever it is too. It’s going to be hard, but you have to do it. No matter what. No matter if it’s someone you know, if it’s