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of a small city than a town. The people there are tough too – even before the LAST DAY they were tough.
     
    Before the LAST DAY they were primarily blue collar workers working the factories in Flint and Lansing. Then there was a mix of farmers and miscellaneous workers like mechanics and construction workers.
     
    The city was in a frenzy with people running every which way.
     
    RRRRRRRRR! RRRRRRRRRR! RRRRRRRRR!  They had a hand cranked siren sounding. It was loud. You could probably here that thing for miles. The city seemed to be organized and everyone seemed on a mission, knowing exactly what their job was. It was very impressive.
     
    As we strolled down the main street we could see men gathering in military formation. They looked as though they had rehearsed this and had some sort of militia organized.
     
    “They’re going to fight!” I yelled pointing.
     
    Dad patted me on the shoulder and motioned for me to sit down. He ignored them and cracked the reigns to the horses. The horses sped up to a fast pace trot.
     
    I looked back and watched the men. They reminded me of the minute men from the Revolutionary War I studied in American History. There was no noticeable uniform other than a red arm band for each.
     
    Each man had their own gun and was standing at attention listening to a large man in front of them barking orders. They stood tall and looked so brave.
     
    “Finally, someone will stand up to those ROAMERS.” I whispered to myself.
     
    About a dozen horses pulling small cannons pasted by us going in the other direction. Another dozen were pulling an assortment of weapons. And another couple dozen were pulling wagons full of armed and ready men.
     
    People cheered them on as they passed. But mostly everyone seemed to have a place to go and wasn’t stopping for anything. The streets were lit with lanterns and torches. It was quite a scene and one I won’t soon forget.
     
    Dad was hurrying to get out of town when suddenly someone shot a gun in the air out of excitement. Our horses bucked and wildly took off running - towing us behind. “Whoa! Whoa!” Dad yelled. But the horses weren’t stopping.
     
    They ran up onto the sidewalk knocking over everything in their way.
     
    “Whoa!” Dad yelled again pulling back on the reins. Finally they clipped a bolted down bench and the entire wagon flew into the air. We landed on our side with everything we owned spilling out on the streets.
     
    Dad jumped to his feet and yelled, “Anyone hurt?” He pulled my mom to her feet and my mom grabbed me as Dad helped Tanner. Everyone was shook up and had minor scratches - but for the most part was ok. Our stuff was scattered everywhere, the jugs of water broke open, and the front wheel was broke completely off.
     
    “The wheel is broke! We won’t be able to fix it in time. We need to keep moving.” Dad said as he inspected the wagon. “Grab what you can and let’s go.”
     
    I could see the disappointment in Dad’s face, but he wasn’t the type to dwell long on things he couldn’t fix. So onward we went. “There’s going to be a battle here. It will give us time to get away and out of danger.” Dad said trying to reassure us. But somehow I felt he wasn’t convinced.
     
    Dad released the horses and attempted to harness some of our belongings onto them. But something spooked them and they ran away. Dad didn’t bother with them after that and trudged on.
     
    We walked down the edge of the street toward the east. I watched the remaining militia march by. As we were about to head down a side street, there was an explosion and we looked toward the west in the direction the ROAMERS were coming from. The empty darkness on the outskirts of town vanished in a wall of red flames and black smoke.
     
    A woman screamed, “They’re here!” We looked off in the distance in the direction of the flames, about a quarter mile away, and saw the ROAMERS cannons shooting fire from their mussels.
     
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