~ Forty Seven ~
Unit seventeen belonged to someone, to someone that had not, as of yet, made it home. Karen used a key from the set of rings to get inside. There was no blood in here. No dead bodies could be seen. Whoever had resided here had lived fairly neat and clean. There was food in the refrigerator and the cupboards. There were blankets on the beds and in the closets. She led Tandy inside and locked the three locks on the door, the knob, the deadbolt, and the chain. Tandy was very upset and shaken. Karen felt about the same but tried to give an appearance of feeling stronger than she did. She took Tandy to the couch, sat down, and guided Tandy to sit in between her legs in front of her. She wrapped her arms around the blonde and hugged her tight. As she set the pistols down on the cushion next to
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