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<span style="font-family:Arapey">July 30th | Morning | Fresno Suburbs</span>​</div><br/>Harold gave his wife a kiss on the lips and a quick hug. "I'll be back tonight. If anything happens Lieutenant Jameson is down the road, and you know where the gun is."<br/><br/>"Yeah, of course," the blonde woman replied, "But we will be fine. You're the one that needs to be careful."<br/><br/>"Like I said, we'll all be back tonight," he told her. His hand fell to her lower back, and Harold turned to his son. "Kyle, you watch over the girls alright buddy?"<br/><br/>"Sure dad," he nodded back. Harold gave him a light slap on the shoulder, and then turned around picked up a military backpack, throwing it over his shoulders. The tan-green camouflage matched his uniform, and the rifle he slung over his shoulder in front of him completed the military look. An engine could be heard pulling up outside, and Harold gave a wave to his family and then walked through the front door. A week and a half ago, Harold never would have thought he'd be dressed for war again, let alone in his home city. He was a legally disabled veteran, but that status didn't stop him from offering his service to the soldiers who set up a base of operations near his house. The soldiers were stretched thin as it was. They needed all the help they could get.<br/><br/>"Morison! You ready to rock?" A young soldier called to him, opening the back door to the armored Humvee.<br/><br/>"Ready as ever Floyd," he responded, hopping into the back seat.<br/><br/>"How's it going old man?" A female voice greeted him as Floyd shut the door.<br/><br/>"Darlene," Harold greeted back, bumping her outstretched fist with his own. Floyd jumped into the passenger seat, and Darlene leaned forward towards the driver.<br/><br/>"Let's roll Boomer," she said.<br/><br/>"Two seconds," the husky man replied. A slapping sound could be heard as he flicked his arm, packing the can of dip in his hand. The lid was removed and Boomer dropped a fat wad of chew behind his lip before offering it up to Floyd, who did the same. "You two want some?" He asked, looking backwards.<br/><br/>"Hell no," Darlene wrinkled her nose, and Harold simply shook his head. As surreal as it was to be geared up after so long, in an armored vehicle right outside his house, Harold felt in his element. Even after nearly 16 years of civilian life, he slipped back into the military routine with ease.<br/><br/>The vehicle kicked into gear and the four soldiers began driving down the subdivision. "Any updates?" Harold asked as they drove.<br/><br/>"Nah," Boomer replied, "Still can't get through to command. So this will just be a clear and sweep." Harold nodded, and looked out of his window. As they made a turn, he saw a house with a small but vivid garden. An older man with a grey head of hair was sitting out front on a bench, holding a mug in one hand and resting his other on a shotgun in his lap. He waved in greeting as the vehicle passed.<br/><br/>"Frankly, I think command is just fucking with us at this point," Floyd joked, "Generals are probably kicking back at HQ, with a scotch in one hand and cigar in the other." Floyd held his hands up, miming his words, and the others chuckled.<br/><br/>"Well they sure as fuck better save some for me," Darlene interjected.<br/><br/>The Humvee slowed to a stop before a line of cars stacked across the road, and Boomer rolled down the driver side window. "You gonna let us out?" he said to an approaching soldier, who was manning the makeshift gate.<br/><br/>"Only if you plan on coming back," the man responded. He motioned to the other soldier, who hopped into a large van and backed the vehicle up, opening the way for the Humvee to pass.<br/><br/>"Thanks boss," Boomer spoke, rolling up the window as the four left the community. The van was replaced behind them, and the small squad made their way out into the dying world, armed to the teeth, with a reasonably upbeat attitude.