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across the floor.
          Mark’s eyes popped open and he sat up and screamed, attempting to once again push himself further into the corner. Slowly he came to reality and realized the night was ended and the creatures had not broken through. Cautiously he crawled to the edge of the gun counter and peered at the front door.
         They had gone, but he knew they would return tonight and the night after and the night after that. They would keep coming and each time there would be more of them. They would poke and probe and pry at every inch of the building until they uncovered its weakness.
        They would push and pull one night and then with increased numbers the next they would try again, they would not stop until they killed him and satisfied their hunger.
         He now knew what the deputy had meant when he told him that these were not men. He had not been able to fathom at the time the officer’s words and he now held the belief that even the deputy himself was not quit convinced that what he was speaking of was in fact reality.
          The reanimated dead human was a make believe creation of Hollywood, or of writers of horror fiction. It was a creature that walked the streets seeking candy on Halloween night and not a true threat that stalked the byways seeking the flesh and blood of the living.
         But these were real and they wished to kill him and consume his body to feed a voracious appetite or to transform him into one of them. They would that he be transfigured and join the collective, an addition to the swarm, nocturnally scavenging for the soft meat and sanguine fluid of the vulnerable humans who remained on the earth.
         He did not intend to end his existence on earth this way however, no, he intended instead to go out with a fight.
    He filled the bed and cab of the pickup truck with as many supplies and weapons as possible. He retrieved some cans of gun powder from the gun room and four five gallon cans of gasoline from the lawnmower shed, two of which he placed in the camper shell of the pickup.
         He carved two notches into a pencil in order to expose the graphite and then connected a set of jumper cables to the pencil and placed this just in front of the gun counter. He connected another set of cables to the opposite end of the set that he had just attached to the pencil and then joined several others pairs of cables in succession to form one continuous line which he then fed through an open window.
         He placed a twelve volt marine battery outside the window next to the jumper cables and wrapped the ends where the cables came together with electrical tape and then secured them to the floor with duct tape.
         He placed the two gas cans at each end of the gun counter and then ran a line of gunpowder from each of the cans to where the pencil lay. He poured a liberal amount of gunpowder over and around the pencil making certain to allow it a supply of oxygen.
         He spent the rest of the day piling anything that would burn in various places in the room and covering those with gunpowder. He stacked empty pallets and boxes and placed cans of lantern fuel inside the pile. He founds some spray cans of ether and tossed them in for good measure.
         A heavy rain set in later in the afternoon and the sky became dark. “They’ll come early tonight,” he whispered.
    He soaked rags in gasoline and stuffed them into the gas cans allowing the ends of the rags to lie on the floor and then poured more gunpowder around each one.
         He backed the truck out of the garage and then closed and locked the overhead door with a padlock on the outside and then drove around to the front of the store and concealed the truck in one of the bays of the carwash the Landry’s had once operated.
         He opened the front security screen and left it ajar and then rechecked his work inside the store to make certain all of the other windows and doors were open to