Two men dressed in black clothes stood at the door. They seemed eager to get in the house, but Sylvia would have none of it. She faced them like a tank waiting for battle, her voice low and insistent as she answered their questions.

Casey watched the performance as he sheltered in the kitchen, his gun ready for any contingency.

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Eventually, the men finished their questions and issued their threats. They left to perform the same function at the next house down the block.

Sylvia returned to the kitchen and smiled. “They don’t know a damn thing.”

The people in the house relaxed.

“Where do we go now?” Marie looked at the rest of the survivors.

“Beats me,” Casey gave a stunned laugh. “I never thought we would get this far.”