Deacon stays home watching the news and on the phone between his family, Greg and friends from work.  There is not much information coming from the media.  The only information available is that there are a lot of injuries.  It is reported that they are filling up the base hospital and all three of the local hospitals. 

            Deacon eventually falls asleep watching the news, when his phone rings, waking him up.  It is his manager from work. 

“They are shutting down all semi-tractor trailers for another twenty-four hours.”    

This will make forty-eight hours altogether, Deacon thinks to himself.   He lays there trying to wake up completely, when he hears the news anchor report that the local government has lifted the mandatory curfew on residents of the community.  Deacon, still in his uniform, jumps in his truck and leaves for his parent’s house.

On his way through town, evidence of the looting is present in the broken windows in the store fronts that line the streets.  A majority of the looters have abandoned the efforts and disappeared from where they had come from.  Confusion and chaos ensues through the few left behind.   He passes many cars packed up almost as if they are fleeing their homes.  The emptiness worries Deacon.