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candy bars, then it happens. I hear a snarl so I turned back, pulled my shotgun in place and prepare to fire. The creature beat me to it knocking the shotgun off my hands and pushed me back. My shotgun flew a few feet to the aisle across, the creature comes at me, its sharp claws, it’s messed up skin, teeth wanting to chew at my flesh. It tries to slash me, but I move back, then it tries the same attack again. I grab anything I can find to throw at it, potato chips, candy bars, beer bottles, soda cans, but it only made the creature angrier. 
                  The creature roared at me then it tried to slash me again, it missed, and I gave it a kick in the gut and I did a spin kick and sent it a few feet back. The creature managed to get back on its feet quickly then it leaped at me and made me fall to the floor, it tries to take a bite out of my head, and I put my legs on its stomach and send it flying back. Pam looking for a clear shot, “Pam don’t just stand there shoot it, shoot it!” I yelled. Pam holding the magnum fires one shot to the neck, the loud bang goes out the way a firework sounds through the January sky.
    “No, shoot it in the head!” I yell, and Pam aims the heavy magnum with her hand then puts another underneath to help balance. Her arm begins to get sore instantly and weak, but she takes another shot and this time hits the arm. 
                  I manage to reach my knife and stab it at the creature in the chest, my original aim to the head missed. The creature now still coming strong against me and Pam walks closer now as I struggle to remove my knife from its chest. Pam aims again as she get closer then fires one last round. A loud thump sound is heard as the head fills with one hold as the .45 round goes through the creature’s skull. The body falls on mine, weak and cold, I relax now breathing better; then remove my knife and find my shotgun.  
                  Pam looks then apologizes for not being able to help earlier. I dismiss her apology, it’s not her fault for sure; she just needs better training after all who is prepared for this genocide.
    “Thank you,” she says.
    “No need to thank me yet,” I say then I hop over the counter and turn the pumps on and put an amount of fifty dollars’ worth in fuel.
    “Okay, this is our ticket out of this place” I say. Pam and I walk out of the store and I open the car’s gas cap, select Unleaded Fuel and began to pump the gas.
    “What is going to happen now?” asks Pam.
    “We are going to find an old friend of mine, hopefully he still lives where he lived perhaps he has more answers.”
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Ch.2: The Truth?
     
                  Pam and I get inside the car, I start the engine, shifted the gear to drive and we begin to exit the store‘s parking lot. We head out to the main road, pass a red light, and continue driving straight. The city of Elsa is deserted almost, it is quiet not even the birds’ sing today. I tune the radio and switch through the stations, Pam tries to hear anything but just some static then a radio transmission; the electronic whirring and static makes it hard to pinpoint the voice. It comes and goes in echoes.
    “Help,”—static break—“the mall,”—breaks again,--“survivors,”—another break and the last piece before going out—“McAllen Texas.”
    Along the way I begin to reduce speed on the vehicle, we came closer to my friend’s house.
    “So what is your friends’ name?” Pam lets out a question.
    “Joe Walle, but he prefers to be called “Six.” 
    “Six? As in the number six?”
    “Indeed.” I nod.  
    “That is like a weird nickname,” she says. “Yeah, according to him he get that name with a reputation while training in the Marines,” I reply.
    “Like what that he could do everything by six or something,” she jokes and we share a small laugh. At least she is