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faced the alley.  He shared a privacy fence with the neighbor on the end of the block and looked at their two small lots of land.  The fenced yard was clear, but in the alley ways he could see people running through them wildly.  These quiet streets were now filled with the moaning and screeching of these crazed people.  Another sound unfamiliar to these streets were the cries coming from the row houses behind him of terrified mothers calling for their children and the helpless calls of their fathers, as he knew they were being overrun.  Down the alley coming from a house to his right he saw a woman run from her back door being chased from her yard.  As soon as she stepped onto the alley the demented ones turned their attention to the scared woman and attacked her. 
                  Eric saw too much death and destruction in one night and the overwhelming urge to run into the alley was taken away when he turned and saw Drew standing where his couch once was staring at him hoping he had a solution.  He looked back to the alley and with their attention on devouring the young woman he waved Drew toward him and then ran outside.  As Drew got to the door Eric looked up from his garden’s hose reel.  “Open the window and grab the other end of this.”  Drew completely silent, did as he was instructed, and grabbed the hose.  
    “I’m going to feed this through the window and I need you to give it to your father.”   As soon as Drew came back to the window Eric was able to tell he had given it to Rod.  He opened the faucet’s valve, ensured there were no kinks in the hose and locked the door behind him as he entered the kitchen.  
                  “I need more liquor up here!” Dave bellowed from the upstairs bathroom.  He was trying to spread the fire away from the house and further down the hill.  Now the deranged people had to run through about ten feet of flame and a pile of burning bodies that was building at the bottom of the stairs that led to the three foot landing before the door.  Most of the running ones that made it through the fire got tripped up in the mound of burning flesh and added to the victims. 
                  Rod started spraying the door and was greeted by an extinguishing hiss and a great plume of smoke.  Eric tried to look out the two front windows to the left of the front door, but the heat of the fire barred him from getting too close.
                  Dave hollered from upstairs again, “I’m running low up here!”
                  Eric ran to his fish tank, with only one fish swimming in it, from years of neglect, and opened up the drawer under the fifty five gallon tank.  He began to pull out and toss behind him filters and aquarium decorations, until he found what he was looking for.  He pulled a long hose and a faucet attachment from the drawer and handed it to Drew.  “Take this upstairs and hook it up to the sink.”   
                  Eric’s mind raced for what he could give Dave.  He no longer heard the banging at the door, so the fire was working.  The tall whipping flames could be seen from Eric’s front windows that sat seven feet from the ground, but Dave continued to holler for more liquor.               
    It was then when he remembered the red gas can in the shed for his lawn mower.  He looked out the back window and saw the people were still devouring the woman down the street.  Running to the shed, he opened the large door as fast as he could disregarding the noise he made.  He found comfort within the confines of his six foot tall wooden privacy fence (knowing they could not see him).  Grabbing the half empty gas can he ran back to the house locking the door behind him.
                  Entering the bathroom Eric was hit by thick black smoke that smelled of burning flesh and rubber.  The bathroom was small and with three people jammed into it made