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concentrating on the now.
    I continue driving and Pam lets out another question, “You two know each other pretty well?”
    “Yeah, we have been best friends since fifth grade,” I reply. 
                  We enter the driveway of the neighborhood where Six lived, there is a Red Hummer H-1 there park so I could figure out that we have some company. I park the car beside the hummer.
    “Either your friend is rich or somebody beat us here?” I look towards her, “It’s probably a friend; Six usually preferred a Mitsubishi Eclipse.” 
    I look at Pam, “Check the glove compartment,” I say—she begins to fiddle with the handle and opens it—“we need to know how many shotgun shells are available,” I say. 
                  She opened the glove compartment, grabs the remaining shells, closed the compartment and handed me the shells. “And I have two, four, six, eight, ten, and twelve: twelve shotgun shells,” I counted. 
                  Reaching into my pocket, I grab the revolver bullets and give them to Pam, she gives a puzzled look, and replies “Well thank you, if I is out of ammunition this revolver would be useless,” she says. I smile at this thinking she is referencing a joke, “What is so funny?” questioned Pam seriously.
    “Nothing,” my smile fades. 
                  Then there is a sudden glass shatter, the front window of the car had been smashed, Pam and I look and one of the creatures jumps on the hood and tried to smash the glass more. I quickly reach for my shotgun, but by the time I tried to aim at the creature there is multiple gunshots. Pam and I watched the monster’s head splatter on the cracked windshield. 
    “Look,” Pam’s voice echoes and pointed at the porch of the house, standing there is Six, holding an AK-47.
    “Hurry, hurry guys get inside!” he yelled. 
    Pamela grabs the revolver, and I grab the shotgun and we make our way. I look around aiming the shotgun, making sure the area is secure, I whistle and Blade came out of the car.  Pamela and I run inside and the dog follows.
    “Stay,” I order, and Blade obeys. 
                  As Pam and I enter the house we see another figure in a room to the right, dressed in a mechanic outfit with the Ford emblem on it and his name as well. He is taller than me, short hair, a grizzly beard and a mustache the common outlaw would have is visible as well. It is my younger brother Max, he is shaking in fear, partially sweating and had no control over his hands. He is holding a shotgun and it looks like he is muttering words as well.
    “Max, what’s wrong?” I ask, “I, I, I, killed it,” he replies.
    “Killed what?” I look around.
    “Look,” says Pam while pointing at a baby carriage.
    “I killed a baby,” says Max.
    “There is nothing else you could’ve done,” I comfort.
    Pam looks at me, “Boy you sure know how to handle these things. Go and talk with your friend, I’ll stay with your brother,” she says.                It is a trailer house with a brown interior and teal exterior. Somewhat crowded with furniture and pictures of when Six and his siblings were younger. As I walk I notice the refrigerator with a particular photo, sophomore year birthday party for him the chocolate cake with chocolate and chocolate syrup filled Easter eggs. The whole gang close up together for a big photo, that day is fun. As I walk towards Six, he looks at me.
    “Hey,” he greets. 
    “I ran into Juan Garza, he said that the military had a serum,” I say. “Unfortunately, his little story doesn’t answer all the strange things.” 
    “Okay, let me explain what I know. Yes there is a serum, but it is to help the human race not destroy it,” argued Six. His voice tense with shame yet fear at the same time, not afraid of me but something else.
    “It is supposed to help the human race get stronger, build a strong immune system, maybe even cure cancer.