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most direct path he
could and avoid further entanglements, but he didn't want to seem
selfish when there were so many desperate people outside his window.
To be polite he merely said “sure,” and left it at that.
    A few minutes of driving and Phil turned the car abruptly to the
left into a small strip mall parking lot. He pulled up to a parked
Arnold PD car as if he were going to talk to the occupants. They were
facing his direction, so he maneuvered so his window was closest to
the other driver. “This is Maple's car. I'll ask him what he
knows.”
    Phil pulled the car up next to the police cruiser, but quickly let
out an “Oh shit!” He reached down and pulled up a
semi-automatic pistol. Liam imagined he was going to take the gun and
start shooting whoever was inside the police car. Instead, Phil moved
the car a few feet ahead and took three shots at the rear tire,
blowing it out. He then sped out of the parking lot, continuing
southward. Liam's ears were ringing as he looked over his shoulder.
He could see several men pour out of the police cruiser—none of
them were Arnold PD. A couple tried firing handguns, but they were
too far away. Liam had never been so happy to see a police cruiser
out of operation.
    “Wow. Did you know who was in that car when you pulled up?”
    “No. But I should have known. I saw the driver wasn't Maple,
and did the only thing I could think of—short of killing them
in cold blood. Those boys could have been out for a joy ride and
innocently found the car, or maybe they killed Maple to get his car.
Maybe the car was abandoned; like I dumped mine. Maybe they thought I was a bad guy trying to jack their ride. There's no way to tell
anymore who are the good guys and who are the bad. Even the good guys
guarding those bridges became bad in the eyes of those on the other
side of the roadblocks. Good and bad are just empty words out here.”
    Phil drove on a few blocks and pulled off the road behind a small
building. He put the truck in park and looked back at everyone. “I'm
sorry guys, but we need to regroup. I've realized we all have to work
together on security if we're going to survive. I don't think I'll be
dropping you off and heading off on my own like I thought either...”
    No one seemed anxious to argue with a police officer about
security.
    Phil requested Liam sit in the front passenger seat to help be his
eyes and, he admitted to everyone, he needed someone checking his
work. The other thing he did was place an AR-15 in the front seat
with Liam. He threw several loaded mags onto the front floorboard.
“If you need to fire it, try to stay lower than the window
frame. Bullets will still come through the metal part of the door,
but they have a much better chance of deflecting or at least slowing
down compared to going through an open window right into your head.”
    Liam had fired an AR before, as his dad was something of a “gun
nut.” However, he was far from an expert shooter with the long
guns like this. Some people had a steady hand and a dead-eye when
they used scopes on rifles, but Liam admitted he was kind of
“twitchy” and found it difficult to concentrate and
remain perfectly still when he had to shoot long guns, such as
hunting rifles. He wondered out loud how twitchy he was going to be
when the targets were for real.
    “Just take your time and pretend you're firing at paper
targets. Aim center of mass, then put three shots right there. Oh, if
you encounter any zombies—add one to the head. But I warn you,
it ain't like the movies. Getting a headshot from any distance can be
very difficult if you don't shoot guns regularly.”
    “Victoria and I shot dozens of zombies in the head with our
Rugers when we were on the train. It isn't really that hard when
you're up close. Zombies don't move fast. But as I said, we were only
a few feet away for most of those kills.”
    Phil smiled. “Good. Now listen up. I've spent my whole life
on the streets as a police officer.