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thugs, try to beat our doors down. Isn’t there something we can do right now, today, for the people who just had their asses blown up?” Julia shouted the last part of her statement. She could tell that the consensus was to stay put. Her gut told her she should try to help others. It would come back to them someday.
    The room was silent for a few awkward moments. Sarge stood and walked towards the windows, hands in his pockets. Shaking his head, he turned and spoke.
    “My, no, our number one priority is survival and staying safe. This may sound crass and insensitive, but those people out there are not our problem. Our decisions need to be practical, considering the risk versus the reward. There are—”
    Julia interrupted. “What if we were the ones suffering from injuries? Look at Mass General. It’s like a war zone! What’s the harm in going over to offer a helping hand? I’m not saying we have to give up our food or guns or precious medical supplies. Let’s just, you know, help somebody!”
    Katie and Steven remained silent, and wisely so. Sarge would always be the one to make decisions for the group. This responsibility carried a heavy burden, especially after the collapse of society. Julia stared at him. She would not go against his wishes, but she would not be happy if he turned down her pleas.
    “What I was about to say was,” started Sarge, “there are bigger plans for us down the road. I’m not entirely certain about what caused these events, but that conversation can be held another time. I do know this. The Declaration of Martial Law by the President came quickly, as if prearranged. Steven and Katie’s observations of National Guard placement in Washington was organized at warp speed. There are aspects of this that stink to high heaven. If my hunch is correct, I believe we will play a significant role in saving Boston and maybe our nation. But, in any event, we have to maintain our humanity.”
    Sarge walked back to the window, where the view of the city was becoming clearer. Julia joined him and held him around his waist. She whispered into his ear.
    “I love you, Sarge. Let’s see if we can help them. Even if it’s just one.”
     

Chapter 5
    Thursday, September 8, 2016
    10:35 a.m.
    100 Beacon
    Boston, Massachusetts
     
    Sarge and Steven went over the final preparations. The group agreed that Steven would remain behind and monitor a rooftop position with the Barrett .50-caliber rifle. Sarge, Katie, and Julia were going to walk up Storrow Drive to Mass General. The walk, which was less than a mile, would take about ten minutes. Steven would provide them some cover for the first half of the trek, but after that they were on their own.
    Sarge thought they could help with the victims, as well as get a sense of what was happening in the city. The martial law declaration just took effect the night before, but he doubted the more onerous provisions had been implemented already—such as gun confiscation. All three of them would carry a concealed sidearm as well as two radios to contact Steven in the event of trouble.
    Sarge would never admit this to Julia, but this was a terrible idea, in his opinion. He believed in the concept of karma, to an extent, but willfully entering what looked like a war zone for an unknown purpose just didn’t make sense. He needed to indulge Julia, not only because he loved her, but because she hadn’t been out of the building to witness the devastation firsthand. Moreover, she had no idea how the collapse had affected people. Going to Mass General was a relatively safe way to show her the realities of a post-collapse America.
    “Listen, Sarge, I need to talk to you about something before you go,” said Steven. He pulled Sarge to the side, out of earshot of the girls. “It’s about Katie.”
    “Don’t worry, buddy, I’ll keep her safe,” said Sarge.
    Steven looked past Sarge again and leaned in to whisper to his brother, “I’m not worried about Katie. I’m