Dr. in the who thinks he's a soldier

not that I would have cared before the whole place went to shit

I already told you I say

I ain't leaving my property

The kid I think he's a corporal but I don't leaving my property. The kid, I think he's a corporal, but I don't know.

I never served.

Something about my psych eval not being up to snuff.

Like some army doctor is the one to be judging my sanity or anyone's sanity.

Anyway, the kid sighs and looks back over his shoulder.

Don't be looking to your army buddies to save you, I say, they can't get me to leave neither.

National Guard, sir, the kid says. We're not regular army, sir. Then that means you're

irregular, and you can take your irregular asses right on down the street.

I say I ain't leaving my property.

I know sir.

The kid says he's really exasperated now.

Looks like he might cry.

I wouldn't doubt it one bit if he starts spilling tears the way his generation is.

We're not asking you to leave your property.

The kid continues.

We're asking you to stay on your property, preferably inside your house,

until the CDC is able to identify the issue and fix it.

Contain it, I say.

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