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from a kitchen drawer. They'd gathered more knives and returned to the living room. |
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The living room, Denise thought. The heart of the house. Its center. |
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She supposed this wasn't precisely the center, but it was close enough. From here, they should be able to hear anyone attempting to break in, and get to the trouble spot fast. |
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She worked quickly, lashing the handle of a long, serrated carving knife to the blunt end of her broom handle. |
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Tom finished making his spear and offered it to Kara. |
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'Can't I just use my poker?' she asked. 'I'm pretty good at bonking people.' |
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Grinning, Tom rubbed the lump on his head. 'Yeah, I noticed.' |
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'Keep your poker,' Denise told her. 'But I want you to have a knife, too.' |
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'We'll wipe 'em out with these things,' Tom said. |
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'Maybe they won't show up,' Denise said. She gripped the bound handle of the knife and put some pressure on it. The twine made quiet creaky sounds. The knife didn't wobble at all. 'Decent,' she muttered. |
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'That's me. God, I hope we don't have to use these things.' |
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'I wonder if we should split up, kind of stand guard at different parts of the house.' |
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'We do not want to split up,' Kara said. 'They do |
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