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games or watching TV for the day too.
     
    Tanner and I chose to not “exercise” once and it turned out to be a really boring day. So we decided a half hour of “exercise” wasn’t such a bad thing after all.
     
    After a few years of racing, I grew to love it and looked forward to doing it. It wasn’t a race to me, but more like an adventure.
    Dad once told me he wanted us to challenge ourselves. Because one day we will be faced with a difficult situation, where we will either give up or push through. And hopefully we will have the confidence and courage to push through. I guess today that moment has come.
     
    After the LAST DAY, Dad switched his focus to teaching us survival skills like hunting, fishing, gardening, irrigation, conservation, etc.  My dad was a Golden Gloves champion back in his youth, so he taught us fighting skills.
     
    At one point he began teaching us how to use a gun. We only shot a real gun once so we would know what to expect if ever we had to use one. So to save bullets, we did all other shooting with BB guns. We’d practice shooting mom’s clothes pins and anything else we could make a target of.
     
    One time I shot a bird and Dad scolded me. He said we should never kill anything that wasn’t going to hurt us or feed us. He was a teacher, so of course I had a lengthy lesson on how everything on Earth is connected.
     
    He didn’t talk much of the ROAMERS. I think he didn’t mention them so we wouldn’t get scared and also Mom would get mad at him when he did. But I think they were always in his thoughts.
     
    Occasionally if there was an unexplained noise in the distance, like a boom or such, he’d scurry us to the house and make us stay close till he knew for sure everything was safe. I’d ask, “Was that the ROAMERS? Are they coming?”
     
    He’d look at me gravely and answer something like, “I don’t know, Tyler. They might be. I want you and Tanner to stay close to home today. No going into town today or over to Sam’s. I don’t think there’s any danger, but it’s best not to take any chances.”
     
    One time I asked him how many ROAMERS there are. I thought they might be like packs of wolves –dozens maybe. I wanted to be able to share with Sam what my dad knew about the ROAMERS.
     
    He shrugged his shoulders. “Not sure Tyler. But there must be a lot of them. They take over whole communities in a single day. I don’t want to scare you Tyler, but you need to know so you realize how careful and attentive we must be.”
     
    “Do they come from the cities?” I asked.
     
    Dad nodded. “Most of them. Some come from the very communities the ROAMERS attacked. I don’t understand that.”
     
    “Why doesn’t anyone fight them?” I asked.
     
    My father laughed softly and patted his heavy hand on my shoulder. “You’d think that, wouldn’t you? But we have nothing powerful enough to fight them with. We’re a small town with few guns. Hard to fight someone with an axe that has machine guns, explosives, cannons, and anything else destructive.”
     
    My mom would get mad at my dad if ever she caught him talking to me about the ROAMERS. She’d say something like “Stop asking so many silly questions, Tyler. I told you not to do that. Bill you’re just going to worry him”
     
    Dad would always try to answer my questions though. He’d tell Mom “He should know these things, Ashley. He has a right to know. This is all affecting him too.”
     
    We ate a quick meal Mom prepared while Dad loaded the wagon. It was getting dark by now, and my dad went around the house locking all the doors and setting loose all the livestock. When I saw him let the livestock loose, I knew this was for real and we weren’t coming back anytime soon.
     
    We loaded into the wagon with our few belongings. My father had prepared the wagon a couple months ago for this very occasion. It was packed with canned goods, a couple axes, blankets, pillows, rope, seeds for planting, water