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question how safe Mark’s home is in Texas, it’s become a huge fantasy for me to think the place is secure enough for a person to de-stress in all this.
I never thought I would spend my life with someone like Katie or that Bill would come into my life, but we all need one another now. Gary thinks about Gary and that’s no surprise, but I do hope that if he decides to go on his own, he’ll be okay.
18.
WE’VE FOUND ANOTHER ABANDONED HOME, a ranch that looks to be less than ten years old.
The neighborhood it’s in reminds me of Waterbank, the small, quiet place where I grew up. Yet, unlike what I left in Waterbank, I’m not staring at dead bodies here.
Green signs are on the doors of these homes, directing people to a nearby camp.
Many people have abandoned their houses for these camps. The government encouraged people to do it.
I’ve never thought the government has people’s best interests in mind. It’s ironic that I’m now living with people who feel the same.
It wasn’t hard for Gary and Mark to break into the house, and now they’re checking it out.
Me? I’m sitting here with a knot in my stomach, content just to wait in the van with Katie and Bill. I have no interest in proving my worth as a female in the zombie apocalypse. It’s natural for Mark to take over and to call on a fellow male for help. That’s just the way he is. I don’t feel the need to prove anything to him or to anyone right now.
I sit next to Katie. I put my arm around her, and she looks at me with those bright blue eyes. Then, she puts her head on my shoulder. The energy has left her usual bubbly self.
* * *
As I’m looking at the house, I see a zombie walk out the front door. Judging by the tattered and dirty skirt it wears, the zombie looks like it was once a female. Half its head is missing, as if some other zombie took a chomp out of it when it was human.
The knot in my stomach tightens. Are Mark and Gary okay?
The zombie heads straight for the van. It doesn’t seem to see us, but it’s coming for us. Then, the zombie veers off to the left and wanders off.
I look at Katie and Bill. “You guys duck down. I’ve gotta go see if Mark and Gary are okay.”
Holding my machete, I get off the van and run to the front door.
Slowly, I walk inside the house. Mark and Gary come downstairs. “Jen?” says Mark.
“Yeah, I saw a zombie walk out the door. So I came in here to make sure you and Gary were cool.”
“I thought we closed the door, but it’s obviously a good thing we didn’t,” says Mark. “While we were upstairs, we heard something moving around, but we never found it. The zombie you saw leaving the house must have been it. There are no other zombies in the house. So let’s get Bill and Katie out of van now.”
As we head back outside, I see that the same zombie I saw leaving the house has got its hands on one of the windows of the van, growling and trying to get to the humans inside. Katie and Bill are still ducked down, but one of them must have gotten up at some point
I run to the zombie with my machete. It immediately turns to look at me, and it growls with that sound that will haunt me for as long as I live, coming after me, hands sprawled. I plunge the machete into the part of its head that still exists. Blood splatters and, as it falls on me, I manage to roll out from under it.
Then, even though the zombie is down and permanently disabled, Gary rushes up to it and shoots it in the head. “Cocksucker!” he says.
Mark rushes over to me. “Hey! Good job!”
“Thanks. We better go check on Bill and Katie.”
Gary, Mark, and I enter the van. Bill is still crouched down in his seat. I don’t think he’s moved since I asked him to duck. But Katie has changed seats. She stares at me with saucer blue eyes. “I thought it was gonna get us.”
“Well, it’s dead now,” I say. “Let’s go get in the house. It’s safe there.”
19.
THE SALT AND PEPPER SHAKERS in the
I never thought I would spend my life with someone like Katie or that Bill would come into my life, but we all need one another now. Gary thinks about Gary and that’s no surprise, but I do hope that if he decides to go on his own, he’ll be okay.
18.
WE’VE FOUND ANOTHER ABANDONED HOME, a ranch that looks to be less than ten years old.
The neighborhood it’s in reminds me of Waterbank, the small, quiet place where I grew up. Yet, unlike what I left in Waterbank, I’m not staring at dead bodies here.
Green signs are on the doors of these homes, directing people to a nearby camp.
Many people have abandoned their houses for these camps. The government encouraged people to do it.
I’ve never thought the government has people’s best interests in mind. It’s ironic that I’m now living with people who feel the same.
It wasn’t hard for Gary and Mark to break into the house, and now they’re checking it out.
Me? I’m sitting here with a knot in my stomach, content just to wait in the van with Katie and Bill. I have no interest in proving my worth as a female in the zombie apocalypse. It’s natural for Mark to take over and to call on a fellow male for help. That’s just the way he is. I don’t feel the need to prove anything to him or to anyone right now.
I sit next to Katie. I put my arm around her, and she looks at me with those bright blue eyes. Then, she puts her head on my shoulder. The energy has left her usual bubbly self.
* * *
As I’m looking at the house, I see a zombie walk out the front door. Judging by the tattered and dirty skirt it wears, the zombie looks like it was once a female. Half its head is missing, as if some other zombie took a chomp out of it when it was human.
The knot in my stomach tightens. Are Mark and Gary okay?
The zombie heads straight for the van. It doesn’t seem to see us, but it’s coming for us. Then, the zombie veers off to the left and wanders off.
I look at Katie and Bill. “You guys duck down. I’ve gotta go see if Mark and Gary are okay.”
Holding my machete, I get off the van and run to the front door.
Slowly, I walk inside the house. Mark and Gary come downstairs. “Jen?” says Mark.
“Yeah, I saw a zombie walk out the door. So I came in here to make sure you and Gary were cool.”
“I thought we closed the door, but it’s obviously a good thing we didn’t,” says Mark. “While we were upstairs, we heard something moving around, but we never found it. The zombie you saw leaving the house must have been it. There are no other zombies in the house. So let’s get Bill and Katie out of van now.”
As we head back outside, I see that the same zombie I saw leaving the house has got its hands on one of the windows of the van, growling and trying to get to the humans inside. Katie and Bill are still ducked down, but one of them must have gotten up at some point
I run to the zombie with my machete. It immediately turns to look at me, and it growls with that sound that will haunt me for as long as I live, coming after me, hands sprawled. I plunge the machete into the part of its head that still exists. Blood splatters and, as it falls on me, I manage to roll out from under it.
Then, even though the zombie is down and permanently disabled, Gary rushes up to it and shoots it in the head. “Cocksucker!” he says.
Mark rushes over to me. “Hey! Good job!”
“Thanks. We better go check on Bill and Katie.”
Gary, Mark, and I enter the van. Bill is still crouched down in his seat. I don’t think he’s moved since I asked him to duck. But Katie has changed seats. She stares at me with saucer blue eyes. “I thought it was gonna get us.”
“Well, it’s dead now,” I say. “Let’s go get in the house. It’s safe there.”
19.
THE SALT AND PEPPER SHAKERS in the
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