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this mess too.”
    “At least I was lucky enough to grow up in a good home.”
    Dakota said nothing. Instead, he stood and made his way toward the window, where he fully intended on parting the curtains and looking at the outside world.
    Before he could get there, he stopped.
    The gangs.
    “Steve,” he said, looking over his shoulder.
    “Hmm?”
    “What’ll we do if the gang gives us any trouble?”
    “What anyone would do,” Steve said. “Run.”
     
    A gunshot cracked the silence of midafternoon.
    Rising from their seats as though something might burst through their window at any moment, Dakota and Steve slowly made their way toward the window, careful not to make any sudden, rash movements for fear of being seen through the curtains. When Steve stepped forward and wrapped his fingers through the fabric, he gestured Dakota to the opposite wall, then gently drew the curtains aside.
    Outside, a pickup truck rolled down the road at a steady fifteen miles an hour. Two living men, armed with what appeared to be shotguns, stood in the bed of the truck, picking off zombies as the driver skirted the edge of the street.
    “Shit,” Steve breathed.
    “What’re they doing?” Dakota asked, frowning as they pulled to a stop. A third man exited the vehicle, drew a pistol, and blew the brains out of an advancing corpse. “They’re just drawing more by shooting.”
    “I don’t know. Let’s wait and see.”
    Four men in total stood on or around the truck, frantically gesturing at the area. The man who emerged from the driver’s seat threw a hand up in the air and stabbed a finger toward one of the buildings.
    Steve and Dakota froze.
    “Close the curtain, Steve,” Dakota whispered.
    “I’m doing it,” Steve said, carefully pulling the curtain back into its original position.
    One of the men cried out and pointed at the window.
    Dakota tore the curtain out of Steve’s grasp and pulled it over the window. “They saw us,” he breathed, grimacing as another gunshot rang out. He half expected it to come through the window and hit one of them. “What the hell do we do?”
    “I don’t know,” Steve said, tangling his hands through his hair. “Fuck, Dakota. I don’t know what we’re going to do.”
    “We can’t stay here. They know where we are.”
    “What do you suggest we do then? Run?”
    “That’s exactly what I’m suggesting.”
    “We don’t have anywhere to go!”
    “What do you expect us to do Steve? Wait here until they find us? Shoot back? You saw what they were carrying. They’ve got shotguns. I even thought I saw the guy in the passenger seat holding an uzi.”
    “A what?
    “A machinegun you idiot!”
    “I know what the fuck an uzi is!”
    “Then why the hell did you ask?”
    “Stop,” Steve said, pressing a hand to his forehead. “We gotta figure out what we’re gonna do.”
    “There’s only two things we can do: stay or run. I don’t think staying’s a good idea. Not only are we gonna to have to deal with them, we’re gonna have to deal with the zombies once they get here.”
    “Goddammit!” Steve cried, tearing into the kitchen. “God fucking dammit!”
    Grabbing the backpack that sat on the floor, Steve pulled the small box of supplies off the top of the fridge and began shoving everything into the bag. Not sure what to do, Dakota grabbed his own backpack and headed for the bathroom, where he opened the medicine cabinet and pulled anything he could off the shelves. Most of it was useless, but they didn’t have time to sort through their belongings.
    They could be here at any moment.
    Dakota slung the pack over his shoulder and made his way out of the bathroom. Steve stood in the living room, loading a gun Dakota hadn’t seen before. “Where’d you get that?”
    “Supermarket,” Steve gasped, inhaling a breath. “I found it in the office. Apparently the manager had a penchant for firearms. He had a whole case of ammo too.”
    “Give it to me.”
    “I’m working on it,