Freyr cringed slightly as Indy dropped a clanger. Is everyone alright? Of course everyone was alright, apart from the bit where a young woman bludgeoned her sister to death with the vase she had bought from Bed, Bath and Beyond. Freyr bit her lip. She knew saying that wouldn’t help, and just managed to contain herself as the woman broke back down into sobs. Instead she suppressed a chortle and looked at the embarrassed face Indy had on. He moved over to the TV and switched on the national news. The news reader revealed that initial vaccinations had failed, Freyr deduced that said vaccination must have been what Dr Nguyen wanted her to come in for. She also recalled the horrendous racket going on when she phoned the hospital. Freyr imagined hordes of shambling wrecks like Tiana overrunning the health service, bodies hidden in rows under white linen sheets outside.

Her jaw clenched. Wriggling free of the distraught woman’s vice-like grasp, Freyr coaxed her husband to take action and basically arranged him around her neck like a particularly troublesome bouquet of flowers. Shooting a glance at Indy, Freyr marched back into their bedroom. Clothes still littered the floor and the kitchen was still plagued by food wrappers. Normally her OCD would be demanding she cleanup for their guests but circumstances seemed a little different than normal. Getting down on her hands and knees, Freyr pulled a dark green box out from under the bed. It had gathered dust over several years and some of the felt which coated it had been ripped off. Carefully undoing it’s little latch, Freyr pulled it open to expose the M1911 handgun. 

After a few false starts Freyr determined it was in fact loaded so she made sure the safety catch was on, tucked the handgun into the back of her jeans and grabbed the four spare magazines. Shoving the green felt box back under the bed, Freyr got into some strong boots (just in case) before striding back into the living room. The family who had made their home on their couch seemed engrossed in the news whereas Indy was looking pensively into the distance in their kitchenette. Hugging him from behind, Freyr kissed his shoulder. “You okay?”