“Alright not a problem” James says as he starts loading food into the duffel bag on the floor. While I grab bags of pasta, flour and 25 Lb bags of sugar and rice from the walk in pantry I notice that from certain angles James almost looks like a ginger Jesus. The thought made me smile which alerted James who gave me a strange look before asking “What?”

“Has anyone ever told you that you kinda look like a ginger Jesus?”

“Not until now.” He chokes out before bursting into a contagious fit of laughter at what he assumed was a joke. I’ll let him believe that for now. I’m sure it is a welcome distraction from the dismal truth just outside the front door.

I hand James the duffel bag I had been packing up to put in the SUV just as Chad and Liam walk through the front door. “We’ve got a problem.” Liam says panting as he grabs the side of the couch for support.

“What is it?”

“Susan is kinda trapped in her house.”

“What do you mean?”

“There are about four of those things at her front door.”

I look at the baseball bat in Chads hand “and you didn't help her why?”

“Because Chad over here is a chicken shit and im not facing them alone”

“You two are useless, Chad that is your wife to be and you cant even grow the balls to help her?” I say glaring at Chad “You ladies just go put your stuff in the trunk.” I walked over to the couch and grab the .357 custom counter balanced revolver and the Glock 9mm out of my packs and wave James over and hand him the Glock “You know how to use one of these?”