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    “Whoever it was must have been insane to go out there.” David still peered out at the crowd, looking for whoever just screamed.
    “Where did you guys come from?” Homer asked.
    “D.C. We made it out a few days ago.”
    “Really? Were the Feds still in operation? Everyone figured they were long gone and hiding out somewhere safe.”
    “Some branches were sheltering in place but the president and staff had already left. There is still a functioning government somewhere but those functions are greatly reduced.”
    Homer left while David continued to look for signs of life outside. That scream sounded like that of a child to him and the thought of a-
    He heard a muffled shout from the floor below and ran for the stairs.
    Downstairs Bea was sitting up, her Glock trained shakily on Homer who had his hands up and was whispering loudly.
    “Wait! Don’t shoot. I’m s-” Homer backed away.
    David came forward. “Bea, it’s ok.”
    She swung the gun in his direction then back toward Homer before slowly lowering it. “Aren’t you the same guy who hit me?”
    “Um, yes. I’m Homer Hazard and I think we got off on the wrong foot earlier. I’m glad you’re feeling better.”
    David sat down beside her and took her face in both hands, looking at her closely. “ Are you feeling better?”
    She pulled his hands from her face. “I’m fine, just sore. Not sure why. How long was I asleep? Wait, what did you say your name was?”
    Homer rolled his eyes and repeated his name.
    David spoke up, “You’ve been asleep a couple of hours. It’s almost dark. We’ll have to stay here for at least the night. Homer’s been trapped here for two days.”
    “How bad is it? We saw a lot of infected in the streets.”
    “Bad, really bad. Downtown is wall to wall zombies. Do you want a beer?”
    Bea managed not to flinch at the alcohol on his breath. “No. Thanks, though.”
    He muttered to himself, “Cannibals and monsters. Never thought I’d find them in my own yard. Are you sure you don’t want a beer?”
    “I’m sure.”
    “Suit yourself.” He ambled into the kitchen and got another beer from the fridge. “I’m going to warm up some soup. Are ya’ll hungry?”
    “Yes, very. You have electricity? Do you mind if I charge my phone?”
    “Not at all. Charge a hundred phones if you like. I’ll probably skip paying the electric bill this month.”
    She fumbled through her backpack then stood up, charger in hand, swaying and almost falling before she sat back down and leaned against the cushions.
    “Take it slow; you hit your head really hard. There’s no rush,” David said.
    Bea put her head down for a minute then tried standing again with better results. She found an outlet in the kitchen and plugged her phone in then turned to Homer who was perusing the sparse contents of the cupboards.
    “Do you still have internet?”
    “Did last time I checked.”
    “May I…?” She gestured toward the computer.
    “Be my guest. Does vegetable beef sound good?”
    “Sounds like a feast.”
    Bea pulled up her email but other than spam (even the end of the world as we know it didn’t stop spam, apparently) the most recent mail she had were the docs from Sylvie. That seemed like a hundred years ago. So much had happened in the last week, so many horrible catastrophes. She hoped for an email from Brian, something that would let her know they were in a safe place. A part of her still hoped to hear from her mother or father. She still used the same email account she started out with as a teenager and even though she knew it was unlikely, she continued to check sporadically for some proof they were still alive. She checked now and found nothing, as usual.
    She continued cruising, getting a lot of server error messages but a surprising number of websites were still up. Clicking on a link for the online paper examiner.com she read an article dated four days ago.
     
    Headline India: Thousands throng Temples of Kali in Tarapith