p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" align="justify"span style="font-size: 12pt;"Things would get really hectic as we would leave the yard. I was still worried that my parents would come home and I'd not be there waiting for them. Plus, how would I explain the mess in the house? But, Lee just seemed to have this calming effect and presence about him. We met two guys just outside of the yard trying to push the many cars that had piled up in the street./span/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" align="justify"span style="font-size: 12pt;"They asked who we were and Lee told him that he was now looking after me till my parents got back. This made me feel a whole lot better about my parents to be honest. Lee helped them to move the car through the mess and not a moment too soon, as a horde of zombies were after us. Fortunately the car was free and we rode off to their home. It turned out to be a farm! How cool is that? We met an old man named Hershil who offered to let us stay there for a bit, with some other people./span/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" align="justify"span style="font-size: 12pt;"Lee was still hurt pretty bad. I had no idea just how badly hurt he was until I watched the old man fix him up. No wonder he was limping! He had this huge gash in his leg that had soaked the area with blood. It looked very sore as I watched Lee's leg get pulled bag together. Lee didn't complain once. But, I carefully watched as his leg was fixed. It may sound weird, but I found it really interesting. We then went to sleep in the barn. I mentioned how strange it smelled and Lee told me that it was animal droppings. He didn't swear like a lot of the other grownups did./span/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" align="justify"span style="font-size: 12pt;"I the following morning when a man called Kenny asked me if spiders had crept into my hair. But, it turned out he was just joking. We left and met his family. His wife, aunty Kasha, was really nice. His son Duck was really funny. But, Duck wasn't his real name, his family just called him that. I asked Lee about why he was called that and he said that Duck acted like one. I laughed at this but when Lee explained what he meant I understood./span/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" align="justify"span style="font-size: 12pt;"Apparently the nickname of 'Duck' was good because his attitude in life is apparently just like a duck. Nothing gets him down. Lee said that there was a saying about life and how the theory of the duck could be used; this was to how a person handles situations in life. Basically, in the world we live in, this is a very good way to try and handle life. Seeing so many people dead and then trying to eat other people is rather scary. /span/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" align="justify"span style="font-size: 12pt;"Lee said that if a duck gets dunked under water it just swims back up and carries on as if nothing has happened. We really need to do that these days because is we stopped and thought about what was going on I'm sure that we would go crazy. Sometimes I think about it at night and it makes me feel so sad. I wish Lee were... no, it's better not to think about that. /span/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" align="justify"span style="font-size: 12pt;"Where was I? Oh yes, the farm. I talked to Duck's mom a lot. She was very nice. Lee went to go and help out with fixing the fence. It seems that nothing could stop him! He had a very bad injury to his leg and still wanted to help. But, that's how he was...A little later I hear a scream and when I went to see what was going on I saw that Lee managed to save Duck from a walker (we were calling the zombies walkers now) and one of the sons of the man (Hershell I think) got killed. It was not nice. The man came running with a shotgun and started to shout at Lee and Kenny./span/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" align="justify"span style="font-size: 12pt;"He was swearing a lot and it made me feel very bad. Then he chased us away. I could see that everybody was feeling awkward, but at least Kenny offered to give us a lift. Hmm, maybe I should rather say drive because we didn't know where we were going. I felt very sorry for the man who had lost his son. It made me start to miss my parents. I wondered if they were worried about me like the man was about losing his son. At that stage I was scared that they might think that I was dead. Little did I know that this was just a sign of things to come (as Lee would say). /span/p