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us!" the man cried, starting to get angry.  The crowd behind him agreed, looking more and more hostile.  Pleading faces began to turn angry.  "You have food.  We need food!"
                "We don't have enough," Sean said.  "We don't even have enough to feed our own families."
                Others back in the mob began shouting.  All I could do was stare.  They turned so fast.  I had a feeling we weren't first to turn them away.  Maybe we weren't the first they'd turned on and attacked.
                "Give us half!"
                They weren't asking.  The mob was demanding.  My eyes darted downhill.  More were coming, and they'd want their half.  And then the next mob would want their half.
                Sean's weapon was pointing at the sky until that moment.  He lowered it toward their spokesman.  I noticed his finger tighten on the trigger.
                The situation was deteriorating so fast.
                "Can't do that."
                The mob turned really ugly.  Even the children looked enraged.  I'd heard mobs could be infectious, making everyone within go crazy, but it was too farfetched to believe.  Until that moment.
                "Then we'll take it all!"
                They rushed towards us.  I'd never seen a mob go wild before.  Suddenly, they all had that same wild, furious look the zombies all had.  They went from a slow movement forward to a full on run in nothing flat.
                Sean raised his weapon, took aim, and shot the leader dead.  Paul, then Bill and Greg opened up next.  I gawked at the men and women dropping like flies.  My brain went numb.
                When Sean and the others opened fire, I only hesitated a second.  Thoughts of Timmy and Harlan being torn to pieces by that insane mob overrode all other concerns.  I started shooting, too.  The slaughter was horrific.  After only a moment the mob couldn’t take it any longer, so stopped and turned away.  We stopped firing when they began running away from us.
                "They'll be back," Sean said, looking sick, too.  "We don't have much time to prepare."
                My head began to spin.  I felt hot one second, and cold the next.  Then my breakfast surged up.  I bent over and puked.  Tears came in buckets as I sobbed and puked, over and over.
                "Oh god, I'm so sorry!" I cried.  "I don't want to become a monster, too."
     

 
     
     
     
    Chapter 11
     
                The town looked abandoned.  We'd avoided all roads and towns until then.  Now we were almost out of fuel.  We'd even used the diesel in the jerry can.  So we turned onto a one-lane country road and followed it to that town before us.
                I killed the engine to save what little diesel we had.
                Standing in my seat, I looked the town over through binoculars.  The small town was atop a hill, surrounded by farm and ranch lands.  Scattered all around were small barns and other outbuildings.  The town itself looked like a grove of old hardwoods, with houses between and under the trees.  It looked quaint and peaceful.
                We were out in the open, but hopefully far enough away that anyone who took a shot at us would most likely miss.  No shots rang out.  I didn't see any movement.  I still felt exposed and vulnerable.
                "We go in on foot.  Find a gas station and some gas cans, and then fill them with diesel.  If the town is abandoned, then we should be able to each bring two five-gallon cans back," I said.  "Our tank only holds twenty-five gallons."
                "We should've stolen a vehicle with better gas mileage," Charlie said.  "I can still see the Rockies."
                Military vehicles were not known for fuel efficiency.  I hadn't realized it was