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Lance held a hand to his sore ribs as he chuckled, wishing he’d met this man under better circumstances. He would have truly enjoyed ribbing him for his name over a beer or two.

He turned to Eifort. “There. You have to take Mr. Back to the Future’s family with him.”

“I don’t know,” Eifort said, grimacing. “If anyone finds out…”

“If you don’t do this, you’re sentencing that child to death.” Lance pointed at the baby for emphasis. Teddy grabbed his finger with his tiny hand.

Liz and Don, who were whispering to each other off to the side, stopped and watched Lance’s impassioned plea. Liz’s head cocked to the side as she looked at him in a way that he hadn’t seen in years.

He’d known only condescension for a long time. The odd emotion on her face took him by surprise.

“Oh, fine,” Eifort said, running a hand over her hair. “Just stay quiet until we get to the stadium and we’ll figure out the rest from there.”

Ashlee let out a cry of relief, giving the female soldier a hug with her free arm. Theodore cooed against her chest, his crying finally ceased.

“Do you have any family or friends outside of the city?” Lance asked.

“I have an uncle in Greensburg.” Ashlee wiped a tear of joy from her cheek. “Why?”

“Once you get through whatever bullshit screening they have setup at the stadium, go there. Don’t wait for us or anyone else to make it through. Just go.”

“How will I get there? I don’t have a car or any money or anything.” Her smile faltered. “And why shouldn’t I wait for you? You’re going over there right now, aren’t you?”

“We don’t know how long the lines will be or what kind or process they’re going to run us through. It could be days or weeks before they let us leave.” Lance bobbed his head at Don. “Give her some cash so she can get a bus or a cab when she gets out of the city.”

Don sneered and opened his mouth before noticing that everyone watched him, waiting for him to do the right thing. His teeth clicked as he clenched his jaw and dug out his wallet.

“Thank you so much,” Ashlee said, sheepishly taking the cash Don handed her. “All of you.” She gave Lance a quick hug, whispering extra thanks in his ear. “My uncle doesn’t actually live in the town of Greensburg, but in the mountains outside of it. When you get out, you should meet us there. It should be a pretty safe place to hide until this dies out. He doesn’t have many neighbors.”

She recited the address to Lance twice, making him repeat it back to her.

He committed it to memory, fully intending to check in on her if he managed to escape Pittsburgh. The problem was that he didn’t like his odds. Things were escalating too rapidly for any kind of rational, coordinated response to have time to work. The flight of the government from the city proved that.

Soldiers climbed into the backs of trucks, most of their equipment already packed up. The vehicles roared to life, several pulling away, others waiting for a full load out.

Eifort moved over to where the captain stood, talking rapidly as he boxed up the last of some cabling. They conversed for several seconds as Lance watched, hoping that she was adequately selling the story they’d conjured.

“Fine,” the captain said, dismissing her with a wave. “Just hurry the hell up.”

Eifort whistled for the doc and Ashlee to join her. The young mother gave Lance’s hand a quick squeeze before speed walking over to where Eifort waited. Brown followed, wishing Lance, Don, and Liz good luck as he walked away.

Relief settled over Lance as he watched them climb into a canopied truck. Ashlee and Brown sat in the rearmost seats, waving as the vehicle pulled away, taking them to safety.

For so long now, Lance’s life had spiraled out of his control. He lost his wife, his job, his self-respect. Yesterday he’d been run over by a car and stranded in a hospital during a plague, only to kill a monster with a rifle today.

This was a small victory in the grand scheme of the collapsing world, but it gave him a feeling of accomplishment that he hadn’t felt for a long time. If he wasn’t surrounded by scrambling soldiers and people dying of an unknown illness, he’d jump in the air and kick his heels.

Liz noticed his demeanor change too. She stared at him for a few seconds as Don droned in her ear, whispering with exaggerated animation and pointing down the street.

Major Reynolds stormed by, shouting orders at a group of soldiers packing a truck.

Lance eased down to the curb, hissing as he finally took weight off his sore feet. He watched as everyone geared up to leave, devising the quickest route to make a mad dash to the stadium. Staying outside of the hospital wouldn’t be the safest place for them to remain, but with the soldiers still there, however temporarily, Lance figured it to be as good a place as any. When the last of the trucks pulled away, he would move on.

Don kept giving sidelong glances to Lance as he spoke to Liz.

“So, Don,” Lance said, loud enough for them to hear. “How long have you been fucking my wife?”