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surrounding him. His wife was beside him, and his child was clutching onto her leg.
    “I don’t care if she is bitten.” he exclaimed. “I cleaned the wound and she’s going to be okay. None of you are going to touch her.”
    He waved the gun wi ldly as three male customers and Mr. Humphries, apparently now sobered up, surround them.
    “Look, she’s sick. She’s sweating like a pig,” said Mr. Humphries. “She can’t stay in here. She will turn into one of those freaks and attack us. She’s a threat. We won’t hurt her, but we need to secure her somehow.”
    The man cocked the revolver in his hand and pointed it directly at Mr. Humphries.
    “I swear to God I’ll blow your head off if you come near my wife,” he said as he held on tight to his wife with one hand.
    I had to do something, but I didn’t know what. I realized that if I did the wrong thing I could get shot. My heart was pounding.
    “Get away from them! Right now!” I blurted out.
    All eyes were on me.
    “If she’s infected let her husband deal with her.” I said. “We know that when someone is infected they die before they come back. If she dies then we can let her husband do what he has to do.”
    The man kept his revolver pointed at Mr. Humphries.
    At that moment the lights began to flicker.
    “Oh, hell,” I heard someone say as the lights went out completely.
    “Stay calm, everyone.” I said. “Stay calm, everything is okay. Someone, please turn on a flashlight.”
    A beam of light turned on and focused on the man and his wife. The woman, already fatigued and stressed, collapsed next to her husband. One of the customers a few feet away walked towards her. The man pointed his revolver at the kneeling customer. In what seemed to take place in only a split second, the two other customers rushed him. They wrestled him to the ground, but he still had the six shooter in his hand. In the confusion a shot went off.
    The gun blast was almost deafening. In a flash, the flashlight beam went off. Total blackness filled the stockroom once again, but only for a moment. Ms. Suzy immediately turned on a battery powered lantern that was sitting on a table.
    One of the customers, who had been wrestling with the man trying to protect his wife, had been shot. Blood gushed from his neck as he fell to the floor. The gunman was now sittin g on the floor, next to his unconscious wife, in a state of shock. Being almost deafened by the gun firing so close to them, the two remaining customers had let go of him.
    Mr. Humphries had backed up against the ice cream freezer door. He had a look of hor ror on his face as he stared at the bleeding man. Jill, who had been a nurse many years ago, walked up slowly to the man who had been shot. She reached down to take his pulse and shook her head.
    The man’s daughter was sitting next to a pallet of cereal cry ing loudly, and Ms. Patty sat down next to the distraught little girl. She wrapped her arms around the girl and tried to console her.
    Everyone seemed to be in shock. I walked towards the gun that was on the floor and picked it up. Once again, all eyes wer e on me. I tried to think of something to say, but all I couldn’t. I started to mumble something when Richard, the produce manager, ran into the stockroom.
    “The freaks out there are all riled up. They’re trying to bust their way in!” he yelled. “They can hear the noise in here!”
    “We need to make sure they don’t get in.” I said.
    I looked at the women and children in the room, and realized they were in no condition to either fight or flee. If the freaks got back here, these people could do little to defend themselves.
    Along with a mixed group of employees and customers, I ran to the front of the store where I could hear the sound of dozens of freaks banging on the windows. I tried to think of what we could do. There was no way to protect the glass from bein g broken. It could be shattered at any time. If the freaks managed to shatter the glass,