“They’d become comfortable there, rarely picking up weapons other than to hunt game or shoot targets. There was no sign of distress, no issues that threatened any of them; the four friends had no intentions of ever moving away from the farm, even Robbie had decided that life with his family would be better than the alternative. They all realized they were at home and planned to stay for as long as they could. It was spring, and the rain was soft and comforting as Chris sat on the porch with Rick..., talking late into the night. The moon was bright, and stars filled the sky. Then gunshots suddenly rang out in the air. The sheer surprise and the fact that the shots had come from seemingly nowhere startled them. Rick pushed Chris to the floor of the porch and joined her there. They crawled through the front door of the house, where Rick kicked the door closed behind him. Chris, squatting to avoid the bullets that were scattering throughout the house and blowing through the windows, moved as fast as she could to get to where they kept their weapons in the bedroom.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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