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    Using the zombie’s own force against it Tom spun it around again and let go of the shovel. The zombie fell backwards into the broken window frame of the door. A shard of glass pierced the back of its skull, and it collapsed to its knees. With its arms raised out toward Tom, it twitched and then fell to the floor motionless.
    Tom braced his hands on the wall to hold himself up as he tried to catch his breath. He couldn’t take his eyes off the zombie for fear that it wasn’t dead. Up in the tree house, the twins hung over the edge trying to see, only the sounds of struggle reached them. Now it was silent, and Winston called down, “Tom?”

CHAPTER TWELVE
PANIC
    When Tom didn’t reply, his silence caused the twins to panic. He listened to them argue as he caught his breath.
    “ Why didn’t you do what I told you, Winston?” Emmett accused his brother.
    “ You didn’t watch.”
    “ It’s your fault, Winston.”
    “ We’re screwed now, Emmett. We don’t even know how to get home from here.”
    “ That’s not what we should be worrying about, we can figure it out.”
    “ Is he dead?”
    “ Not dead. A zombie. His stupid plan included getting killed, and turned into a zombie.”
    “ Tom?” Winston called again.
    Tom stepped out of the garage, blood ran from a cut on the side of his head, and his shirt was torn. He signaled the twins he was okay with his middle finger. “Didn’t you see that zombie? Pull this box up now. You should have warned me sooner. By not keeping watch like I asked, you almost got me killed. Get down here and bring up the rest of the stuff. I’ll keep watch.”
    Winston stepped out onto the ladder. “Sorry Tom.”
    “ If you followed directions you wouldn’t have to be.”
    “ Emmett threw trash at me.”
    Tom pulled a pair of binoculars from the first box to see if the fight attracted more zombies.
    The twins came back and pulled the boxes up. A bit calmer Tom said, “We had a plan, and you guys didn’t follow it. We can’t take any chances. When I say watch out for me, I mean it. If something happens to me, what’s gonna happen to you? There’s still more stuff down there that we can use, but it’s getting late and I don’t want to be down there when it’s dark.”
    Night fell and a pale moon was their only light. Pain rippled through Tom’s arms and legs; all the bones in his neck and back were twisted from the strains of the day. He tossed and turned trying to get comfortable in his sleeping bag, but the pain and flashbacks of the day's horrors conspired to keep him awake.
    After the day’s rain, the mosquitoes came out. They were going to be covered with bites by the morning, and it was too hot to hide in his sleeping bag. The twins were snoring, and he gave up on trying to sleep. He couldn’t believe that they were able to sleep.
    During the night jets raced over head, green lights flashed across the sky, and in the distance there was a deep boom that caused the treehouse to shake. He stared out into the darkness at the silhouettes of the trees on the night sky. Then he saw the stars, noticing how clear they were without city lights. “ Where are you, Dad ?”

CHAPTER THIRTEEN
MORNING
    Birds announced the dawn as the stars faded. Tom was still exhausted and didn’t know if he slept at all. Rubbing his eyes, he stood up and stretched. He was hungrier than he could remember being. He stuffed a food bar into his mouth in three bites.
    The yard was empty and he lay back down to try to sleep. Shut up birds , he thought and bunched up the backpack under his head. He missed his mattress. Through half raised eyelids Tom looked at the twins. If he couldn’t sleep, neither would they. He kicked their feet to rouse them. “Get up now. We have a lot of things to do.”
    Winston batted at Tom’s foot, and Emmett pulled the sleeping bag over his head. “Hey!”
    He pulled their sleeping bags away. They sat up. “We want our parents.”
    “ I want my dad too,”