Rabid

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“The water will stop them.  Take it!”

Taylor handed Carl a spray bottle partially filled with water.  “If they try to come close, spray them with it.”

“Because they have rabies, right?  They’re scared of water because of rabies.  That’s what you said,” Carl said.  He wielded the plastic spray bottle in both hands, pointing it at the mob in front of him as though he was getting ready to fire a gun.

“I said it was like rabies.”

Taylor also had a spray bottle.  He squeezed the long trigger, sending a misty cloud of water at the thriving crowd of people.  The mob would move back to avoid the cloud and then surge forward again after it had dissipated.  The water in the bottles wouldn’t last forever.  In fact, it wouldn’t last much longer at all.  He stood with his back against Carl’s, suppressing the urge to scream.  Something as simple as water.  Something so simple yet, at this moment, in dangerously short supply.

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