<strong>June 1 (Day 10), 8:34 p.m. – Jackals and Shots Hunting Supply Store, Mall, Downtown</strong><br/><br/>“No, none of us are bit,” Todd replied roughly as he subtly placed himself between the strangers and the teenagers.  “My wife and her brother weren’t that lucky,” he managed, his voice cracking only slightly.<br/><br/>His flashlight passed over the other four people, three women, one a cop, and an old priest.  “You all been here long?  Name’s Todd, my son Tony and his girlfriend Rebecca.”  He studied their arms and legs for bites, not willing to take the stranger’s word on not being bitten before he killed the light to save the batteries.<br/><br/><br/><strong>June 1 (Day 10), 9:04 p.m. – Jackals and Shots Hunting Supply Store, Mall, Downtown</strong><br/><br/>Rebecca had calmed down, Tony had moved through the store to make sure it was clear of zombies and in an attempt to savage anything worthwhile.  He had returned with a gas burning lantern just as Willie had arrived.  Now the lantern was burning brightly in the center of the store, and Tony and Todd had erected a bit of a blind with clothes and tent canvas to shield the light from bleeding out of the store.  Todd kept his hunting rifle close and it appeared to be the only weapon amongst the three of them.  They’d broken out their food supplies and offered to share the canned food with the rest of the newly formed group.<br/><br/>“You were a nurse at Mercy Hospital?” Rebecca asked with renewed hope.  “Do you know my mom?  Nany Lawson?  She worked on the ICU floor.  I haven’t heard from her since Thursday (May 24).  They all say she’s dead.”  Rebecca shot an accusing look in Todd’s direction that he simply chose to ignore.<br/><br/>Todd nodded to Willie’s words, “we saw them too, bottled up the Highway, not letting anyone through.  We were going to try and sneak around and take a hunting trail out of the city.  There ought to be holes in their perimeter a small group would be able to slip through.  At least that’s my hope.”<br/>