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“So if your father is still alive, then why aren’t you guys together?”, I ask as we all sit in the living room in front of the warm fireplace of the old home. “My father isn’t well.”, she says abruptly with a stern, but sad tone of voice. Ray and I glance at each other then look back at Colleen, “He’s sick and I don’t think he has long, I’ve been out here trying to find more supplies for him.”, she says looking down, “When the sun comes up, I need to go back to him”. I feel so bad for her and I can tell Ray does too, I don’t even want to know what happened to her mother or any other family she may have had. I can’t think of anything else to say but, “I’m so sorry”. She looks up at me and says, ”Well, what’re you going to do. No one exactly …show more content…

“Sweet, we’re doing the right thing Jasper.”, Ray said with a grin, “I know”. Colleen walked into the kitchen still half asleep, “Good morning”, I said, “Good morning”, she said yawning. “How’d you sleep?”, Ray asked, “Good, how about you guys?”, “As good as it’s going to get.”, Ray replied. “We want to talk to you about something, I said giving her a smile, “We would like to come with you and help with your father.”, “Guys, I can’t ask you to do that. This is my situation and I’d just feel ba-”, “We want to help you and your father, we can tell you’re a good person.”, I said cutting her off. She gave me a hug and then one to Ray, “Thank you guys so much.”, “No problem, it’s the least we could do.”, Ray replied. “Are you sure about this, you really don’t have to.”, “We want to.”, I replied. “Okay, there’s a pharmacy up the road, we need to look for my father’s medicine there.”, said Colleen, “Have you been there yet? Is it safe?”, asked Ray curiously, “I haven’t been there… I don’t know if it’s safe or not.” “We better get some guns loaded,” I said join in on the conversation, “Just in case.” “I agree,” says Colleen. Ray starts walking out of the room, “Well let’s get goin’.”

We walked out of the house with our backpacks and a duffle bag filled with weapons, ammunition, and all the other supplies we found. We started walking down the street, “So, where are you from?”, I ask curiously, “Well, my Dad

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