" She said in a deeper tone, with some small measure of menace to it, then she looked up at Wendy with deep green eyes.They groomed themselves for a s...hort while; preparing to go forth to face the music they heard drifting up from below. Soon, they were ready, and Harlen opened the door and watched the two appealing visions in blue silk float past. They preceded him down the narrow stair to the ground, with Wendy hugging the inner side of the staircase where it spiraled down the thick tree's. When a losing army pulls out, the victors may celebrate the moment, but the real work has only begun. One has to rebuild what had been destroyed, and there is always destruction.In the modern context of war, winning and losing is a rather uncertain concept. Has the mission been accomplished? It’s hard to say, because the mission wasn’t ever really known. There was some perceived insult, so we had to kick some ass. When does one decide that enough ass has been kicked? History would lead one to. It was a nice rig I put on the chair and hid it with the field jacket. The maker of the shoulder rig had mailed me an additional interchangeable holster for the .38. It made the .38 easier to hide so it was the weapon I brought along. A small strip of Velcro held the flap and gun in place. I just had to pop that Velcro strip and the gun fell into my hand. It was way simple."Take off your shoes and put these on," Mary Ellen said. There were hooker shoes she had for me to wear. I got a laugh out. On their bike, they quickly and harmlessly arrive to the supermarket. The place seems abandoned for years. All glasses are broken, the place has been looted by the whole city yet it seems quiet for the moment. The girls despair to find anything left in here but they decide that now they are here, they should at least try to get some stuff. They enter together, holding hands. No sounds at all inside. They notice a few zombies that don’t see them on the end of an alley, just standing there,.