the creatures. No one wanted to chance the zombies finding their way in and their sheer numbers would spell disaster if they did.
Anyone who could shoot including Megan, Darrell’s wife, who had served in the Marines and was a crack shot, would take turns in pairs on the balcony. They would watch for survivors and kill off any zombies in the immediate area. Mick was hardly surprised when Sean and Scott volunteered to take the first shift.
They headed down to the second floor to gather up the weapons and ammunition they needed. Mick and Darrell went down with them to bring up a metal gun cabinet that could be locked. Always mindful of the kids, they knew they needed a way to secure the guns that would be kept on the balcony when not in use.
The children were scared with all noise going on outside and it was decided that Lindsey and Megan would watch over them and try their best to gently explain what was happening and what to expect. They thought they had handled it fairly well until the first shots rang out. The littlest ones all tried to climb into their laps at the same time; they were all crying.
Lindsey looked around the children’s room, trying to think of something to take their minds off of what was happening. She spied the CD player and gently disengaged Sally off her lap. Heather was still clinging to her leg when Sarah appeared in the doorway.
“ Help,” she said in a small voice, motioning toward Heather. Sarah immediately strode over and took Heather in her arms. “I’m gonna play some songs for the kids,” she explained as she hurried over to put a CD in the player. “Let’s try to get them distracted.”
Fortunately it worked although it took a while. They sang songs and danced along with the music until the children were calmer. Megan left for a bit and returned with a tray full of juice boxes, crackers, and cheese.
Although shots were still ringing out, Lindsey was amazed at how quickly the kids adapted, after awhile they barely flinched. She was still worried though, and when Sarah suggested they bring up a TV from storage so the children could watch movies on DVD, she readily agreed. They wouldn’t need to constantly change CD’s and the noise would help drown out more of the sounds from outside. They could even leave it on at night until the kids feel asleep. Lindsey set off to find Dave.
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“ I got ‘em!” Sean lowered his rifle and grinned. “Let’s see what you can do!”
Scott merely grinned back then turned his attention to the street below. “Noooo problemo bro,” he said lightly. He slowly lifted the rifle to his shoulder. “See the guy in the blue jean jacket? Watch this.”
Sean picked up his binoculars, eager to see what his brother could do. “I bet you can’t hit him from here,” he goaded.
Scott whispered as he concentrated, “Just watch, little bro.”
Sean smirked and said, “Little bro my ass, you’re only a minute older than me and that doesn’t mean much in my book.”
Scott glanced at his brother, winked and turned back to the task at hand. “Watch and learn....just watch and learn.”
“ Just get on with it already!” Sean let out a gush of air as though getting tired of the exchange, although the truth was he was curious to see if Scott could hit his target.
Scott turned toward the street and began humming as he slowly squeezed the trigger. He turned triumphantly toward his brother. “Ha! Look at that! Sweeeet!”
Both watched the creature topple headfirst onto the concrete, most of its head blown off by the single shot.
“ Damn! Nice shot! I was certain he was too far away,” Sean acknowledged with a shake of his head as he once again grinned at his brother.
“ Oh yeah! Uh huh!” Scott crowed and did a little dance that got Sean laughing. They were just high-fiving each other when Mick stepped out onto the balcony, walked past them and