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dressed.
Her plan was to leave the next morning. She didn't want to leave at night. Not with those things out there. Not when she didn't know where she was going.
She got dressed. Then she got her backpack and filled it.
After she finished, she laid down onto her bed to go to sleep. But, before she closed her eyes, she looked back over at her bedroom door. She got up and rushed over to it to lock it. Aside from Harold, she hadn't seen or heard anyone...an y thin g ...outside all day. She simply wanted to be careful.
Jane laid back down on the bed. She looked around the room. Her room was dark now. Or dar k e r . There was some moonlight shining in through her window. Her eyes had also adjusted.
She looked at her closet. The paintings on the wall. Her cabinet.
Beside her bed, on the nightstand, she saw a picture of her and her family. They had all gone to the park that day. Becky had loved it.
They had all been so happy!
She grabbed at the picture frame and opened it. She pulled out the photo and put it away carefully in her backpack. Then she rested her head on the pillow. She took a few deep breaths. She didn't really want to leave her house, she simply didn't know what else to do. It didn't make a lot of sense to stay. No matter how much she wanted to. It just didn't.
Jane closed her eyes. And though it didn't come quickly, sleep eventually found her.
Day 3
Chapter 1
Adam woke up and help still hadn't come. He had spent the whole of yesterday waiting , hopin g . There had been nothing. There had been no one. He was on his own.
He knew that he had to leave. He couldn't stay any longer in his apartment. It wouldn't do any good. And, if anything, it would only get worse.
The bodies. The smell. The disease.
He grabbed his backpack and headed to the front door. On his way, he picked up the bottle of juice from his refrigerator. There wasn't much left. He swallowed it, then placed the bottle onto the counter top.
He walked to his front door and stopped once he reached it.
He looked back at his apartment. He had lived there for a few years and felt an attachment to it. It also felt safe.
But the disease.
And he'd need more food.
He turned away from his apartment and faced the door. He reached out and grabbed hold of the door knob . This time he was going to leave. No question about it. No turning back . Before he opened it, he thought to check outside first.
Slowly, he put his eye to the peep hole. The emergency lights were still on. They cast a red glow over the hallway. Adam couldn't see much out there. A few things lying on the floor. They weren't moving.
"All right," he said. "You can do this."
He felt his nerves getting the better of him, but he was still resolved to go.
He put his hand on the door knob. It felt cold in his palm. Then, against his better judgement, he thought once more about turning back.
Maybe he should go into his room and wait. Someone might come. There might be help on its way.
No. No. No . Deep down, he knew that wasn't the case. He had to leave.
He turned the door knob. It clicked quietly, though loud enough for Adam to pause. He was afraid that someone…som e thing … out there would have heard it.
He waited. Nothing happened. There was no attack. Not even a sound.
This was something he had to get over. He couldn't be worried about every little thing. That would drive him mad.
He needed to leave. He had no other choice. That was all.
He opened the door. It moved slowly. Luckily, it didn't creak. Adam wasn't sure what he would have done if it had made anymore sound.
Break down?
He stuck his head into the hallway. He could make out the clumps on the ground - the bodies, his neighbours. They were lying out in the middle of the hall, dead.
He was a bit surprised to see so many of them out there. He had seen some of them when he had looked through the peep hole, but not this many. He hadn't heard enough noise from last night to justify this type of killing in the
Her plan was to leave the next morning. She didn't want to leave at night. Not with those things out there. Not when she didn't know where she was going.
She got dressed. Then she got her backpack and filled it.
After she finished, she laid down onto her bed to go to sleep. But, before she closed her eyes, she looked back over at her bedroom door. She got up and rushed over to it to lock it. Aside from Harold, she hadn't seen or heard anyone...an y thin g ...outside all day. She simply wanted to be careful.
Jane laid back down on the bed. She looked around the room. Her room was dark now. Or dar k e r . There was some moonlight shining in through her window. Her eyes had also adjusted.
She looked at her closet. The paintings on the wall. Her cabinet.
Beside her bed, on the nightstand, she saw a picture of her and her family. They had all gone to the park that day. Becky had loved it.
They had all been so happy!
She grabbed at the picture frame and opened it. She pulled out the photo and put it away carefully in her backpack. Then she rested her head on the pillow. She took a few deep breaths. She didn't really want to leave her house, she simply didn't know what else to do. It didn't make a lot of sense to stay. No matter how much she wanted to. It just didn't.
Jane closed her eyes. And though it didn't come quickly, sleep eventually found her.
Day 3
Chapter 1
Adam woke up and help still hadn't come. He had spent the whole of yesterday waiting , hopin g . There had been nothing. There had been no one. He was on his own.
He knew that he had to leave. He couldn't stay any longer in his apartment. It wouldn't do any good. And, if anything, it would only get worse.
The bodies. The smell. The disease.
He grabbed his backpack and headed to the front door. On his way, he picked up the bottle of juice from his refrigerator. There wasn't much left. He swallowed it, then placed the bottle onto the counter top.
He walked to his front door and stopped once he reached it.
He looked back at his apartment. He had lived there for a few years and felt an attachment to it. It also felt safe.
But the disease.
And he'd need more food.
He turned away from his apartment and faced the door. He reached out and grabbed hold of the door knob . This time he was going to leave. No question about it. No turning back . Before he opened it, he thought to check outside first.
Slowly, he put his eye to the peep hole. The emergency lights were still on. They cast a red glow over the hallway. Adam couldn't see much out there. A few things lying on the floor. They weren't moving.
"All right," he said. "You can do this."
He felt his nerves getting the better of him, but he was still resolved to go.
He put his hand on the door knob. It felt cold in his palm. Then, against his better judgement, he thought once more about turning back.
Maybe he should go into his room and wait. Someone might come. There might be help on its way.
No. No. No . Deep down, he knew that wasn't the case. He had to leave.
He turned the door knob. It clicked quietly, though loud enough for Adam to pause. He was afraid that someone…som e thing … out there would have heard it.
He waited. Nothing happened. There was no attack. Not even a sound.
This was something he had to get over. He couldn't be worried about every little thing. That would drive him mad.
He needed to leave. He had no other choice. That was all.
He opened the door. It moved slowly. Luckily, it didn't creak. Adam wasn't sure what he would have done if it had made anymore sound.
Break down?
He stuck his head into the hallway. He could make out the clumps on the ground - the bodies, his neighbours. They were lying out in the middle of the hall, dead.
He was a bit surprised to see so many of them out there. He had seen some of them when he had looked through the peep hole, but not this many. He hadn't heard enough noise from last night to justify this type of killing in the
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