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lived in a sub-division on the out skirts of Murfreesboro. Alex could get there
in about thirty minutes, depending on traffic. I hoped he'd made it and not
been in Nashville when everything happened. I knew at some point we would have
to discuss trying to find them. I dreaded that conversation. Considering how
well we had done so far, I didn't have much hope, but I wouldn't tell my wife
that.
    Our drive took us south on Highway 21 through Hillsboro and
on down to De Soto where we cut across to Highway 67 into Arkansas. There was
little traffic. We saw a few cars moving but they weren’t interested in
stopping for a chat. We saw more wrecked and abandoned vehicles now and lots of
bodies.
    In some places, you could tell this had been the last stand
with bodies of the un-dead piled around a group of vehicles. The blood pool and
drag marks told the final outcome. The un-dead were everywhere. We saw them
moving through fields as well as along the road. Sometimes in groups as big
ten, most by themselves. They just wandered in the ever present search for
food. If they were close enough they would reach for the car as we passed. Most
just turned and looked before resuming their slow shuffle toward whatever had
gotten their attention.
    We stopped outside the little town of Poplar Bluff and spent
the night in an empty convenience store. I went in and checked to make sure the
place was empty while Kat kept the car running. She parked close to the door in
case I needed to make a hasty get away. Once I was sure it was clear, she shut
it off and came inside. We were tired but first things first. Kat started
collecting food and any of the smaller items that we'd need. Cold medicine,
aspirin, batteries, and the like. I found several one-and- one-half gallon red
plastic fuel containers and carried an arm load out to pumps to fill them. I
put the gas in the trunk while Kat put the food and other items in the back
seat. We went back in and continued to scavenge. I found a Taurus 38 caliber
revolver in a drawer of a desk in the little back office. There was no spare
ammo but the cylinder was full, so we had the six shots from it along with the
shotgun shells I'd taken from the old couple’s house. 
    We sat by the counter and ate chips and beef jerky and drank
flavored water drinks. The lights were off and we left them that way. I'd
already checked the back exit and it had an inward opening door with a metal
bar securing it. So we stayed up front sitting on the sleeping bags from the
sporting goods store in St. Louis. As it got dark outside, Kat fell asleep
leaned against my shoulder. I was tired but determined to keep watch. I let her
sleep a couple of hours then woke her to relieve me. I told her to wake me in
an hour and immediately fell asleep.
    When she woke me I felt better and let her sleep the rest of
the night. Next morning, as the sun came up, I fixed coffee in the stores maker
and the aroma woke Kat. When I handed her the steaming cup of coffee she smiled
and said thanks. It was the first smile I'd seen from her in several days. That
smile made me feel better than if I'd gotten a full night’s sleep.
    The store had big insulated cups on a shelf under the coffee
maker and after our breakfast of week-old donuts, we filled up two each with
the coffee I'd made and got on the road again. I'd studied a map during the
night, trying to decide on the best route to anyplace. I knew eventually we
would have to try for Nashville but there were a lot of miles between us and
there. Miles filled with all kinds of trouble.
    There was the obvious kind, the zombies. My cop mind was
also worried about other kinds of trouble. I knew there were going to be people
out there preying on the survivors. There have always been people that were
pieces of shit and preyed on the suffering of others. I knew they didn't just
get up this morning and decide their old way of life was wrong and now they
were going to help their fellow man. I worried that running