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    I said quickly, “Whoever you are, let us return the favor. We are going to camp Mabry for protection, we can drive you there.”
    He replied, “Mabry? I doubt that there’s anything you’re expecting there, but... I guess we can’t stay here forever. Hold on a second.”
    I yelled after his retreating form, “We don’t have a second! Come on!”
    As he kept going towards the bomb shelter I thought wait, hold on, he said we . I hopped into the truck, and told Lucy to wait for a few more seconds, and that we’d probably have at least two people coming. We could see Infected moving towards us from behind, and knew we only had a minute at best before we were surrounded again. Just as I was about to tell Lucy to leave, the mysterious man appeared from the bomb shelter with two bags strapped to his back, an assault rifle slung over his shoulder, and a mysterious form carried in his arms. I yelled at him to hurry, and he started running towards the truck.
    I told Ian and Karen, “Get in the back of the truck to make room, and when he gets in you’ll have to take his stuff and store it back there.”
    They rolled into the back over the seats, and we opened the side door. He came diving into the truck and yelled go. I could see an Infected a few meters off of his exposed legs. I used my last shotgun shell to blast the Infected back, as Lucy punched the gas and the man pulled his legs in simultaneously. I reached over and shut the side door as we raced off into the distance.
    I told Lucy to head for her relative’s house, and she replied quickly, “No let’s just go to the fort.”
    Confused I began to ask why and she just shook her head and said again, “Let’s just go to the fort I’m fine.”
    I nodded my head, and she turned in a direction I presume was towards camp Mabry. I looked in the back and saw to my shock the bundle the man was carrying was a baby.
    I offered my hand again, and said “Well, how about that? Can I have your names now?”
    He shook my hand in a vice-like grip, “The name’s Steve. This here is my daughter Veronica.”
    The others all introduced themselves, and I told him the key points of what had happened to us.
    When I was finished he said, “Well it sounds like you all have had quite an adventure. It’s not the same for me. I was a Navy Seal for twenty three years, so I had some friends in the army. A few days ago I heard from one of my buddies that this whole virus thing was a much bigger deal than people were saying. Then I saw the broadcast on T.V. and I figured we’d just get in the bomb shelter for a few weeks. I’m still not sure we’re doing the right thing by coming with you guys.”
    Lucy looked in the rearview mirror and asked, “I see your baby is only a few weeks old, where’s the mom?”
    I could see that Lucy desperately wanted to take her mind off of what was happening and talk about the baby, so I told her to slow the car. We performed an awkward switch of drivers, and in a few seconds I was driving towards Mabry and she was in the back.
    She repeated her question, and he stood still for a few seconds, and then replied, “She died at childbirth. She’s only been gone for less than a month.”
    Then surprisingly he laughed, and I looked back to see the little baby weakly pushing away Hunter’s tongue as he tried to lick her.
    I yelled, “Bad dog! Ian bring him in the back with you guys, he’ll have more room to move around.”
    They lifted him into the back, along with Steve’s supplies. Steve unslung his rifle from his back and Ian looked admiringly at it.
    He asked Steve “What is that?”
    Steve replied happily, “This is the M-16 assault rifle. Technically I’m not really supposed to have one of these, but I’m sure glad I do.”
    We drove in silence for a few minutes before reaching the freeway leading into Austin and what we saw there shocked us. Because our neighborhood was ravaged by the Infected, I was surprised to see that the roads here

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