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her nose.  She coughed up blood and started hissing at me; her eyes were dilated and shifting around in in her head.  I pulled the trigger, the bullet suddenly ripped her nose apart, and blood covered her face.  She flew back and landed on the gravel.  I was shaking and my adrenaline was pumping through my body.  I put the gun into my pocket, pulled one of my swords out from my back, and walked over to the old woman.  I stood at her side and raised the blade into the air.  “Die already!”  I yelled.  I brought the blade down and it cut through her neck; her head detached from her body and I quickly stepped back.  I dropped the sword onto the ground and looked at Ricky.  He walked over to me and picked up the sword.  “Come on.”  He said.
                  I followed him into the office and walked behind the desk as he headed to the back of the room.  I grabbed the receiver off the phone and looked over at Ricky.  “Be careful man, stay close…just in case.”  I said with concern; I did not want anything to happen to my friend.  I looked down at the numbered buttons on the phone and started thinking about my parents; they had the chips in their heads.  I didn’t want this to be confirmed and  I slammed the phone down.  I started looking in the drawers and shelves below the cash register. 
    Ricky suddenly came out of the back room.  “Check it out dude!”  He said with excitement.  I peered over the counter and noticed he was holding a 12-gauge shotgun in his hand.  “Now that is a gun!”  I said.  He held out my sword.  “Here you go man, I wiped it off.”  He said with a smile.  I took the sword and placed it back behind my shoulder.  “Thanks Dick.”  I laughed.  He shook his head.  “I’m not a Dick.”
                  I noticed a pack of cigarettes and a lighter and put them in my pocket.  I walked out from behind the counter and took a closer look at the shotgun.  “Did you find any bullets?”  I asked.  He went back into the room and came back out a moment later with two boxes of shells in his hand.  “This is all I could find.”  He said.  I reached out, took a pair of keys off the wall, and noticed the number seven written on it.  “I guess we are in room seven.” 
    I pointed my handgun out the door and we walked back outside; Ricky had his shotgun pointed and ready to fire.  We walked around the dead woman and went to my car.  I opened the back hatch and we started grabbing what we needed and locked everything up.  We found room seven and went into our first rest stop on this journey.  It was not anything special but I couldn’t be picky at a time like this.  I locked the door and we put the dresser and chair in front of it; we were extra paranoid.
                  After we each took turns taking a shower I sat on one of the twin beds and lit a cigarette.  I looked over at Ricky lying on the other twin bed.  “You want a cig man?”  I asked.  He reached out, took one from the pack, and grabbed a book of matches that were sitting on the small coffee table.  I put my gun next to me and noticed Ricky had his shotgun next to him.  I started  thinking about the woman outside and kept replaying myself shooting her in the face.  I could not hold it back anymore and started to cry.  I figured Ricky would make fun of me but he did not; he started crying too.  It had dawned on us both; life would never be the same.
     

Chapter Three
     
    I was not sure what time it was, but the sun had barely broken over the horizon when I awoke to voices talking just outside our motel room.  I jumped out of bed and grabbed my gun.  “Ricky, there is someone outside.”  I whispered loudly.  Ricky quickly jumped up and looked at me confused.  I pointed to the large curtain covered window.  “There are some people out there.”  I said a little louder.  Ricky grabbed his shotgun and walked over to me.  “What do we