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they could then start prying at the boards we had nailed onto the frames of the windows.
    One option was to try and reinforce the boards we had nailed up, but the hammering would just make more noise and attract more freaks. It would also make the freaks already at the windows more determined to get inside.
    “What should we do?” Bobby asked.
    I said that all we could really do was quietly put more stuff in front of the entrances to better barricade them. If we were very quiet the freaks may lose interest and forget about the noises they heard earlier. If they did get inside the improved barricade would at least slow them down.
    We were puttin g anything we could find in front of the doors when the first window shattered. Their moans, groans, and growls were louder now; much more terrifying. The situation was becoming more and more like something out of a horror movie. I kept on thinking to myself that this kind of thing was not supposed to happen; but it was happening now, and it was happening to me.
    It seemed like the number of freaks trying to get inside were increasing. Suddenly, another window cracked. Moments later, it shattered and in a sh ort time all of the windows had been broken. The sound of the falling glass was almost as ominous as their moans.
    Hands were now trying to pry the boards off the window frames. Thankfully, we did a pretty good job putting them up. The spaces between each b oard were small, and the freaks couldn’t get very good handholds.
    “How long do you think we have before they break through?” I was asked by a tall black woman who had joined our effort.
    “I don’t know,” I whispered. “If they don’t stop trying to get in, I would guess maybe an hour at most, probably less.”
    After moving every obvious item we could find to barricade the front of the store -- gumball machines, benches, displays of products, and even the lottery machine -- we decided to go back to the stockroo m. We thought if we did that, perhaps they, the freaks, wouldn’t hear us and would give up. Bobby would stay behind and watch the door. He’d call out if they started breaking through.
    I had just entered the stockroom when I noticed the emergency exit door, in the back corner next to the bailer, was wide open. Mr. Suzy was standing next to the open door.
    “We’re going to try and get out of here,” Suzy said in a low tone.

Chapter 4
     
    I could see only darkness outside the open emergency exit.
    I looked around the stock room and noticed Mr. Humphries and several other people who had been in the room were now gone. Several of the people who remained were stuffing product into bags, in preparation of their escape.
    “They’re going to try and make their way to the transit coach in the parking lot,” the fat lady said while digging into a child’s backpack she’d obviously obtained from the sales floor. “If we cram inside it should be large enough to hold all of us.”
    The image of the freak that had loo ked up at me when I was on the roof flashed in my head. I remembered how aimlessly the freaks seemed to hobble about during the daytime. A sudden realization hit me.
    Before I could say anything, Mr. Allen questioned the woman with the pudgy face, “How long have they been out there?”
    “About ten minutes I would suppose,” she stated.
    A few of the men who had helped secure the front of the store peered out the emergency exit. Some of them were saying they thought that leaving the store was a reasonable course of action.
    I paced back and forth until I noticed that the gunman’s wife was now conscious. She was sitting on a chair, in another corner of the room, holding tightly to her daughter. In the dim light she didn’t look well. I noticed that either tears or drops of sweat were slowly rolling down her face.
    “Their vision is best at night,” I said, turning towards Ms. Suzy.
    Everyone seemed preoccupied with preparing to escape the store, so I spoke louder.
    “Their vision is