Sandra, did not know how many or if anyone would want to leave their bunker however she replied, "I don't think any of them want an escort... but I'll
ask them anyway, just to make sure."
"I understand ..... if you don't mind let me check with our other guest and see what they think"
The woman Sara with her eyes all swollen from crying was now standing in her little group with Sid, her husband, and Ron, who was Sid's brother as
Since Sid appeared to be the oldest John directed his question at him.." Do you have any idea how many survivors there are scattered about your side
of town and in various groups"?
However before Sid could form and answer Sara flew into a foul mouthed rage that would have progressed into a striking and hitting fest if Sid had not
grabbed her and restrained her with a big bear hug from behind her lunging body. Between the screaming and sobbing and letting John know about his
and the teams ancestry Sara looked like a puppet on a string as she jumped, kicked, and lunged in Sid's grasp..
John put his best concerned and nurturing look on his face and 'let her blow'. He just stood there at a respectful safe distance and let the waves of
hurt and despair from her wash over him.
After a couple of minutes Sara finally ran out of cuss words and ancestry remarks and basically collapsed into a quivering blob in Sid's arms.
Ron at that moment approached John and said, "Sorry for that.... but she lost, Mark and Mary,.... her boy and girl.... they were twins... about 11
years old, 6th grade, in the school."
A brief vision of the two kids in the corner of a class room holding onto each other and John's stereographic image of their heads exploding as he
had fired one shot each into their once cute heads burst forth from one of the many red doors in John's mind.. A weaker man's knees would have
The red door was open and John was having a hard time closing it... All he could manage to say to Ron was, "You will never know how sorry I am for all
Thank goodness Ron was a talker and started in on how many surviving groups he knew were hidden.... along with a rough estimate of their numbers. His
talking gave John enough time to shut the red door of his mind and have something else to think about.
All told in Ron's estimation there were a little over 400 survivors hunkered down and Ron was the groups rep.
"We need to burry and find our dead as soon as possible, was Ron's closing remark after his numerical evaluation of the remaining groups.
This brought John out of he fight with the Red door of his mind and he replied, "There will be drones overhead until sometime after we leave... I
would suggest everyone remain in place until either the APCs are attacked or you guys know for sure we have left. Whatever happens we will do a
broadcast sometime today so all of you can make your plans".
Ron stuck out his hand and John took it in a warm firm grip..there was no shaking of hands just a grip of sorrow, trust, and friendship.
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