<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">Joe Filion</span></span><br/><br/>The  minvan remained parked in the driveway of his parent's home. The visit had been a pleasant one aside from the startling news on the television. Dad ranted about the economy and if it hadn't been for the steel, coal and railroad they would all be heading to hell. Well, apparently  hell has arrived here without his permission.<br/><br/>Joe wanted to keep his family safe. He asked his father for weapons. All he had were some garden tools and such in the shed out back. Mom never wanted him to have firearms, so he never kept any in the house. "I have rifles, a shotgun and a few pistols back in Roanoke. Lot good that will do us here in West Virginia," Joe spoke aloud as he handed steel rakes, axes and other items out to his three daughters and Joe Junior who was home on leave from the Marine Corps. Joe took one of  his father's knives, an old 7" hunting knife. He also grabbed a  claw hammer and picked up an old steel tanker's bar near the door.<br/><br/>Joe thought of his wife and attempted a phone call. He dialed the hospital, knowing she was there. There was no answer. He waited a few minutes and called again. Still no response. It was not uncommon for Pam to not pick up. She did get quite busy. Regardless, Joe was still worried about his wife.<span style="font-style: italic">'Why did he have to take the trip to Huntington this weekend?'</span>Joe pulled his adult children in for a group hug. "I don't know how your mother is doing." He tried to fight back the tears. "I hope she is fine. We are on our own for awhile."<br/><br/>"Some of them bastards are heading up the road now!" the 78-year old William Filion yelled at his son and grandchildren. Five walkers must have heard the noise of the Filion's rummaging around in the garden shed for tools. They must have been curious and were now heading up to the family, probably to have a light snack.