She excused herself quickly and weaved her way excitedly through the crowd toward me. She reached me with a giggle and wrapped her arms around my neck... kissing my cheek. ‘Hi Uncle Kyle,’ she said into my ear over the noise. ‘My God, I haven’t seen you for so long.’ ‘Yeah Stef. What has it been .. 10 years?’ ‘Well, I’m 25 now so you do the math.’ She took my hand and re-traced her path through the crowd to her friends. She introduced them to me but I really wasn’t paying attention… you know how. Prisoners? ... didn’t hide, so the sniper posts would easily be able to track any movement.The truck and soldiers were gone, though the dirt and grass on the other side of the fence’s gate still showed their recent presence.A moment’s reflection led him to realize that L.A. was being cut off from the rest of the country. The city, already overrun by a few million insane, Infected humans, was going to be used as a prison. Well, not a prison exactly. A quarantine zone? Concentration camp?Whatever. 4pm on the dot I parked up outside making sure I didn’t block the carport as maybe Brett hadn’t got home yet or maybe he didn’t have a car, whatever I was here at 4pm.I walked up to the door and rang the bell and waited what seemed like an eternity until eventually I heard the key in the lock and the door opened about 6” and a pretty little face with wet hair appeared.“Hi” she said in soft voice, obviously I had interrupted her shower.“Oh, I am here to see Brett” I said thinking this was an. He liked my kiss and put his hands around my waist. This was his sign, I made it clear ... it was "on". We kissed and embraced a few more minutes. He was already anxious, so I suggested we go back to the main bar before my dear friend Missy got worried. I could tell he wanted to say no, or he wanted to ask me to fuck him, or he at least wanted to ask if we could go somewhere else. But he was too shy. It was up to me to ruin him tonight.Back at the bar, Missy kept Brian's friend occupied. This.