Not Dead in the Heart of Dixie

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heading east, stumbling, falling, and getting back up to push on. He traveled for three days and nights without eating or resting. He drank from mud puddles and anywhere else he could find before it started to rain. He'd lost his green bottle when the Deliverance guys took the uniform from him, so he tilted his head and drank whatever rain water he could catch in his mouth. He kissed the "Welcome to Alabama" sign and trudged on.
    Finally, he came across I-65 and began heading north. When he came to a familiar exit off the Interstate, his mind told him he was almost home and he snapped back to reality for a short time and headed toward a place he recognized... Marisa's trailer. It took him the entire day and into the night just to make it the three miles from the Interstate to our property.
    He made it up our hill but, to him, it seemed to take forever. Night had closed in around him. He fell when he tried to raise his hand and knock on the door. His voice was too weak to call out, so he laid there and slipped back into his memories. He doesn't remember anything about last night except the sight of me shoving soup in his face and feeling warm in front of a fire.
    You know what happened from there.
     
    8:30 PM...
    We know where Jeremy will stay. He'll be staying in one of the bedrooms at Caleb's house when Jason and Marisa get moved in or when he’s strong enough to keep a fire going. We need to get more food in him so he can regain his strength. Right now, he's sleeping on the couch and he's been able to hold down a small amount beans and rice along with half a cornbread muffin. He's allowed only water, coffee, or juice at this time.
    His clothes are beyond repair and Mick says he'll burn them when he gets a chance.
    Marisa says his nose isn't broken and neither are his ribs, although they’re as multicolored as the samples in a New York hair salon. He talked non-stop after supper about getting to his parents place to find out about them. I suppose we'll take him there when he's able to travel without calling Ralph.
    I gave him another pain pill, even though he didn't ask for it. Marisa cleaned and put f resh ointment on his cuts and bandages on the ones that needed them. He’s apologized over and over for showing up at our home, and screaming us awake this morning. That’s okay Jeremy. You're lucky to be alive. God, Bless Your Soul.
    And now, on with the lootin' story.
     
    We pulled out of the driveway sometime between 6:30 and 7:00 AM. We were loaded with blueberry muffi ns, lots of coffee, and a shiny Benelli M4 12 Gauge. Mick had Mr. Colt keeping his side warm. I had my Glock 17 and some kind of big knife called a "Ka-Bar" on my belt. Pop said I might need it.
    I had a little notepad in my pocket with a list of the clothing sizes each person wears. We need to get something for Jeremy so he can get out of those high water sweatpants and into something more respectable. I gave him a pack of the new underw ear I'd picked up at Super Walmart on crazy day, so he's good in that department.
    We d on't need anything for Caleb because he's all set with clothes in his own size and a bunch more in the next three sizes up. I think Caleb has the best wardrobe of us all.
    Carisa has a bunch of "new to her" clothes because she's the s ame size as "Momma," but I want to get her more things just in case she feel icky about wearing "Momma's" clothes. Jason has a lot too. "Daddy's" clothes fit him and he doesn't feel icky about wearing them.
    I had a list of Nana and Pop's medications along with a list of things I'd written down from my "Nurses Guide to Medication Dosages" book. We knew we were gonna grab any medication we found and research it later, but I wanted to make sure we got the ones we need most of all. I was praying we'd find at least one pharmacy that hasn't been looted.
    Mick and I led the way in his little Chevy S10.
    Jason and Marisa were in the Jeep Cherokee right behind us. Jason was armed with Mr. Winchester and a nice

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