They Kicked Our Survival Box, So We Built a Wall They Couldn’t Tear Down

at me. “I’m not dying quietly.”

The Stand

The police arrived ten minutes later. Two cruisers. Blue lights flashing against the wet pavement. The neighbors were watching from their windows. Phones were out. Recording.

The officers got out. They weren’t monsters. They looked tired, too. One of them, a sergeant, walked up to us. “Folks, the owner wants you continue reading …