One day, while I was collecting eggs, I heard voices coming down the road. It sounded like a large group. I went into the house and grabbed my rifle and some extra clips. I locked Hope inside and made my way through the woods toward Earl’s house. When I got to the edge of his yard, there were a dozen people walking up his driveway. He and Sally were sitting on the porch, guns in hands. 

“Hey, we need some food,” one of the crowd yelled. 

“Go on, there is nothing for you here. This is your only warning, if you don’t turn around we will open fire,” Earl said.

“That’s not very neighborly,” he answered. 

I noticed another guy slowly moving for his gun in his...

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