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best at night! This isn’t the best time to try and get out of here!”
    Finally, I had gotten their attention.
    “What do you mean?” Juanita asked, as she began to place extra batteries and a six pack of bottled water into a bag.
    “For some reason their eyes are constantly dilated,” I said. “It g ives them poor vision during the day, but it should help them see much better at night.”
    I continued to explain that if we were to make a “run” to escape, we should do so during the day time. My words didn’t seem to convince the small crowd of people hoping to pack into the coach and find a more secure location. Their argument seemed to be that staying in the store was suicide, because eventually the “freaks” would break in.
    Suddenly, I realized there was a safe fall back position the freaks couldn’t get to.
    “I’m not leaving,” I said. “If the freaks get in here, I’m going up on the roof. Anyone who wants to stay with me is welcome to do so.”
    There was a moaning from outside the emergency exit. I pulled the revolver out from my pocket, cocked the hammer, and pointed it at the door.
    A slumping sound then came from outside; it sounded like a body collapsing onto the ground. A figure then appeared at the door.
    “Don’t shoot! Put that gun down,” the customer exclaimed, as thick, dark blood slowly dripped from the large butcher knife he was holding.
    I lowered the revolver.
    “We need something to make noise to distract the freaks,” he said.
    “How about this CD player?” Katie suggested.
    “That will work,” he said.
    The oriental man, who introduced himself as Moon, quickly reviewed their plan with us. Mr. Humphries would go into the woods on the right hand side of the parking lot and turn on the noisemaker. While the freaks were distracted by the sound, two men would make a dash for the vehicle. Once the vehicle was started, they would circle around to the back of the store, near the emergency exit, and load everyone up. By that time, Mr. Humphries should have made his way back and would join up with everyone.
    “You have the best n oise maker of all,” Moon stated, as he looked at my revolver.
    He was correct. The sound of the .357 revolver was very loud. It had almost deafened everyone in the room when the gunman had fired it.
    I was not planning on leaving the store, but I realized that I needed to help these people escape. If that was the choice they were making, I needed to assist in every way I could.
    “If anyone is planning on staying with me, start taking some supplies to the roof. Take as much food and water up there as you can . Also, take a tent and some tarps. We’ll need a way to stay out of the sun tomorrow.”
    No one responded. Would I be alone?
    As I began to walk towards the emergency exit I heard Katie’s voice.
    “I’ll stay with you.”
    “I will too,” Ms. Suzy said, the glow of the lamp reflecting in her eyes.
    “Then please hurry and start taking supplies to the roof.”
    Moon and I cautiously ventured out of the emergency exit.
    I clutched the revolver tightly as I remembered that I hadn’t fired a gun in a little over a year. The last weapon I had fired was a semi-automatic 9mm Glock pistol my father had given me shortly before he moved to Utah. At the firing range I had been a decent shot with it, but I was out of practice.
    I only had four cartridges in the revolver. I would need to make the most of them.
    In the distance I saw Mr. Humphries, the gunman, and another customer using the large, brown dumpster as cover. They were not noticed by the freaks who were gathered near the front of the store.
    Moon and I ran quietly to the dumpster and joined them.
    “This should work,” Moon told Mr. Humphries. “Just flip this switch, right here, when you’re ready to turn it on. The volume control is here, on the side.”
    I counted over a dozen freaks in the parking lot.
    “Don’t forget there are probably at least a couple dozen more near the