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my throat. After our experience with Billy Bob, I am so leery of live people. The yard is filled with old junker cars that are rusted out, some are up on blocks and others look like the tires have simply melted into the grass. I don’t like it.
    “Maybe we shouldn’t stop here either,” Megan says, voicing my own concerns.
    Ryan glances at his watch. “Alright, but we only have about another hour of daylight,” he warns.
    We all nod in agreement; I don’t think any of us want to stay at this house.
    The next farm is much less creepy and we pull in. It’s actually a log cabin with a beautiful wrap-around verandah. Ryan gets out and knocks on the door, but there isn’t any answer. After a full five minutes of waiting, we try the knob and find it locked.
    “Great,” Abby mutters, but Ryan doesn’t seem very upset.
    “Will you girls keep an eye out for zeds?” he instructs us.
    We nod, turning around to look out at the yard.
    From the corner of my eye, I see Ryan digging around in a flower pot, lifting the welcome mat, and moving various rocks scattered around the deck. He stops for a moment and scans the porch before heading over to a weathered-looking BBQ. “Yes!” he exclaims excitedly, and we turn to see him holding up a key. “Found the spare.” His excitement is infectious, and we all grin like idiots over our small victory.
    “Keep your guard up,” Ryan warns.
    Megan nods.
    We send Abby back to the car to keep the motor running in case we need a quick getaway. She readily agrees, and I’m pretty sure she isn’t ready to face a zombie. Who would be?
    The house is already dark enough that I don’t really want to go in.
    Ryan runs back to the vehicle and pulls out one of the flashlights he took from the gas station. “Ready?” he asks.
    I shake my head. I’m not, but I don’t really have a choice.

Chapter Five
    The beam of the flashlight cuts through the darkness, illuminating a path through the darkened house. The three of us move as one unit as we enter. The smell of something decaying hits us right away.
    “Don’t fire your gun unless it’s a last resort, we don’t want to attract anything,” Ryan warns Megan.
    From the corner of my eye, I can see him holstering his own nine millimetre in favor of a large, curved hunting knife that he’s been carrying on his belt since the gas station. The thought that he’s planning to stab something to death, even an ex-human to re-death, is disturbing to me. The house looks like it was well cared for when it had occupants. The walls are lined with family photographs, and it makes a lump form in my throat, so I look away. A thumping noise up ahead is a bitter reminder that, obviously, this house still has at least one occupant.
    My steps falter, but Ryan’s never do. He moves cautiously towards the noise. I’m reminded of that commercial…maybe it was about firemen…they are running into danger when everyone else is running out. It is such an odd thought to pop into my head at this moment. I actually smirk, which feels totally creepy and out of place in this serious situation.
    Ryan comes to a stop outside a closed door. The wood looks as if whatever is inside has been trying to get out for a while now.
    “I think there’s only one,” Ryan speaks after listening intently for a full five minutes. His voice sounds like he’s using a megaphone to advertise our location. I want to climb underneath a blanket and hide.
    Inside the room, the clawing and scratching gets worse. The zombie lets out a feral growl, and it makes my legs turn to jelly. I’ve never intentionally been this close to one before, not without running for my life, or trying to bash their head in.
    “Can’t we just leave it in there?” I ask, not proud of the whine that has wormed its way into my voice.
    But, of course, Ryan shakes his head.
    “We can’t risk it getting out in the middle of the night and surprising us.”
    His words make sense. Yet, I also have the biggest urge