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Norman pulled his Dodge up to the long hardened dirt driveway, but didn’t enter it. He instead, parked on the edge of the road just beside several rusty mailboxes, all of which had the name Brady stenciled on them in faded black paint. The driveway beside the mailboxes led through some trees to a cluster of small houses which seemed to all share the same yard. The houses, either had painted wood or well-weathered cedar siding, and looked fairly dilapidated with rusty tin roofs. There were old rusted bicycles in the yard, as well as a host of other children’s toys, including a couple metal swing sets which themselves, showed signs of weathering. Fred, who sat in the cab seat behind Norman was the first to get out of the truck. As he got out, he placed his M1A gently on the …show more content…
I feel safer this way.” “Stay in the truck then, and cover us,” Fred quickly inserted. Grace looked to him, then nodded and got into the rear passenger seat. She closed the door and rolled down the window, setting the barrel of her rifle on the door frame. Her eyes were darting all around her. Norman, Fred, and Michelle began walking down the dirt driveway to the cluster of houses, each holding their hands outward to signify to whomever was watching them that they were unarmed. No one was outside that they could see. They walked cautiously up to the first house which had a long wooden front porch. From inside the house, an older man’s gravelly voice called to them, “That’s far enough!” They stopped in their tracks. Norman and Fred stood side by side in front of Michelle. “Who are you? What do you want?” the voiced called. The sound of someone stirring inside the house was heard. “It’s Fred Mason from down the road,” Fred said in a voice loud enough for the person to hear, but careful to not sound threatening. “Norman Boyce is with me, and so is Michelle Russell. Her daughter Grace is in the truck. We just want to talk.” “Talk about what?” the voice asked, sounding somewhat