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grocery store on foot. A loud voice rang out of the speakers urging everyone to stay inside and to avoid contact with the infected. I quickly turned on the headlights, opened my door, grabbed my keys from the ignition, and then raced towards the other side of the street. I kneeled down behind a large tree and watched to see how the freaks would react to the bait I had left for them.
    Like a charm, my idea had worked. The freaks were fascinated with my truck. They were surrounding it and trying to get insid e.
    I carefully and quickly walked down the side of the road, near the edge of the woods, until I came to the gas station. The freaks that had been lurking near the gas pumps were now gone; every one of them within earshot of my truck’s radio was heading t owards it.
    Things were going exactly as I had hoped. In fact, I would now be able to safely make it to the barbershop to see if Jennifer was still there. I hoped she’d be willing to go to the grocery store with me.
    I carefully walked towards the back of the barbershop. I would have to risk making a little noise to see if she was inside.
    “Are you in there Jennifer?” I spoke quietly as I stood at the backdoor. “It’s me, Hank. Are you in there?”
    I had stepped back to consider my opinions when suddenly the curtain in a nearby window shifted to the side. A moment later the door cracked open.
    “Get inside, now!” she whispered sharply, with a fearful voice.
    I stepped inside into the darkness of the barbershop. The scent of cigarette smoke filled the room. She gave me a quick embrace and led me to an isolated corner of the small building.
    “Do you mind?” she asked, as she held up a cigarette.
    “No, I don’t mind, but we don’t need to make any light.” I responded.
    She put down the cigarette. Her dark brown eyes looked deeply into mine.
    “Are you okay?” I asked. “Have you been bitten?”
    “No, I’m okay.” she responded. “Well, as okay as anyone can be since the gates of hell have opened.”
    I explained the situation to her as quickly as possible, and explained how we needed to hurry and make it to the grocery store. Unfortunately, she didn’t want to take the risk of going outside. We argued for a moment, and I became frustrated with her.
    “Look,” I said. “Most of the freaks are distracted by my vehicle. We can make it safely across the road if we’re careful.”
    While trying to convince her that we wouldn’t end up dead or infected by attempting to reach grocery store, I realized that if I didn’t show back up soon that Ms. Suzy and Katie may flee with everyone else. If that happened, there may be no one to hold open the emergency exit door. Or worse, if they had left it propped open, freaks may have been able to get inside.
    “Well, I’m going now. Right now!” I said. “Are you coming or not?”
    “Please just stay here, it’s safer!” she pleaded.
    I pulled out my revolver and told her, “I have this, and I’m going to the store, now.”
    I was walking to the door when she stated, “Alright, I’ll go with you.”
    She grabbed her pocketbook and pulled out the largest pair of metal scissors I had ever seen.
    “I’m ready if you are,” she said.
     

 
      Chapter 5
    Peering from behind Jennifer’s station wagon, we could see that a few freaks remained in the grocery store parking lot. The radio in my truck was still blaring, which had lured most of them away.
    “Why don’t we just get in my wagon and drive to the store?” she asked.
    It was a good question. By driving the wagon we would have some protection. However, it would also make noise that could attract more freaks. The majority of them were infatuated with my truck that sat only a few hundred yards away, and I wanted to keep it that way for as long as possible.
    “No, we better go on foot. We don’t want to attract them,” I answered.
    The coast seemed clear so we darted across the deserted road. As we made it to the parking lot, a couple of