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calm down if you learned how to take this more seriously,” Fanny says standing in the doorway.
                  “Hey I take things very serious,” Hope says caught off guard.
                  A loud scratching noise from the glass door stops the fighting. The fear inside the small store intensifies. Fanny pushes her way toward the door, her flashlight out and her gun drawn.
                  “You sure that’s wise?” Karen asks.
                  “No,” Fanny responds, “but it’s better than just hiding in fear.”
                  The scratching sound comes from the window again causing Fanny to jump back slightly. The glass shatters, a half rotted hand reaches inside. Growling and hissing accompany the hand as it reaches wildly for Fanny.
                  “How did it know we were here?” John asks huddled in the corner with the others.
                  “It must have tracked our scent,” Fanny says backing up slowly, reaching carefully for her machete.
                  She slices downward, severing the arm at the elbow. The creature growls louder, almost as if it’s in pain. Fanny stands still, paralyzed with fear as the beast rams its head repeatedly into the glass.
                  “What do we do?” Karen asks, her face drenched with tears.
                  Fanny doesn’t answer, she just watches as the Zombie manages to smash its head through the glass. Its skin is a pale gray color, its hair almost completely fallen off its head. Scabs hang off around the cheek, shards of glass stand newly erect from the beast’s head.
                  “Supper time bitch,” Fanny exclaims before slicing off the head. “See that wasn’t so bad.”
                  She turns around and flashes a halfhearted smile, her heart beating a mile a minute inside her chest.
                  “Are you alright?” Karen manages to mutter.
                  “I’m still alive and that’s all that matters,” she replies, “besides we have a bigger problem.”
                  “What could be worse than that?” Hope asks.
                  “If one was able to find us then we have to assume there are more on the way. We need to take what we can and keep moving,” Fanny says wiping off her blade.
                  “But, where are we going to go?” John asks a hint of fear surfacing in his voice.
                  “When I was younger, a few months after the virus spread actually, I spent time in a bunker,” Fanny starts.
                  “You mean the one where mom and dad found you?” Hope asks.
                  “Yeah. Anyway, when I was there I overheard the others mention that there were several other bunkers all over the country. I think that’s our only chance of survival,” Fanny finishes.
                  “But where would we even begin to look?” Hope asks.
                  “The bunkers were primarily set up for people of importance. You know like, scientist, politicians, and so on. So I suggest we head toward the biggest city we can find,” Fanny rationalizes. “Who has the map?”
                  “Greggory did,” Sarah says.
                  “And no one took it off him?” Fanny questions slightly confused.
                  The others look back and forth at each other.
                  “We didn’t think it was important,” John finally says.
                  “Well that makes sense,” Fanny says starting to get mad, “I mean I don’t know my way to Texas from here but obviously you do.”
                  “That’s not what I meant,” John sighs, his eyes looking down at his feet.
                  “It was an accident,” Hope says stepping in front of