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hover around, pacing in front of this house, back and forth, back and forth. About a week ago some of them knocked the glass out the window in the kitchen. There are too many goddamn windows in this house.”
    “ Maybe we should leave and find somewhere else to live?” I added through whispers.
    “ Yeah we all talked about it but we have a find a good place to go. Moving all these people is dangerous. But it will happen.” Nick took his eyes off the window for a second to look at me. “You want a beer?”
    “ Yeah,” I said figuring Joe brought them to him and wondering where he had more stashed.
    Nick reached under his chair and produced a fresh can of beer. He opened for me as quietly as he could and handed it over. I took a sip. I didn’t drink beer, only wine and champagne. It was hot tonight with only two cracked windows in the attic. This cold beer instantly relieved some of the heat I felt in my chest. “How long you been in this house?”
    “ Ray and Naveen were here first, then me and Joe. Malik, the doctor and his daughter came later with Michelle. I would say I’ve been here about three weeks.”
    “ Did you save anyone else from deadies like you saved me?”
    “ No, you’re the only one.” He took another swig. We sat quietly for about fifteen minutes. I believe.
    “ So Jesse what’s your story? How did you first learn that zombies were real?”
    I took a drink before I started my American horror story. “I didn’t find out like the rest of the world, you know online or on the TV. I was out of the country.”
    “ What did you do for work, before this?” Nick asked a question I didn’t want to answer. I realized I set myself up for the question.
    “ I’m, I mean I was in advertisement.” The truth was I was in Paris for fashion week. Undoubtedly it is the second most grueling week of the year for me, with New York’s fashion week being number one. I continued. “I flew back to Chicago on July sixth.”
    “ That’s the day all this crap started.”
    “ Yeah well I was exhausted from the flight and I had the entire week off so I went home, took some sleeping pills and got in bed. I work a lot and sometimes when I go on vacation I sleep the entire vacation away. I try to catch up on all the sleep I missed. I slept the day away on the seventh, eighth and ninth. I eat and read a couple of books but I didn’t turn on the TV, a computer or my cell. You know I just wanted rest and peace and quiet.”
    Nick shook his head but I wasn’t sure he understood my level of fatigue. So I decided to just continue. “The morning of the tenth I was awaken but a knock on the door. It was more like a weird loud pounding. This was strange because I live in a security building with only four apartments. You have to be buzzed up and there are security cameras so you can see who has come calling. I drug myself out of bed and finally went to the door. I looked out the peephole and I could see my neighbor Laura leaving. I guess it took me so long to get to the door and she was like forget it.”
    I become conscious of me reliving the day through hand gestures and stopped to hold on to the beer can. “So I opened the door and called out to her. She turned around and that’s when I saw her. She looked like one of those homeless crackheads you see downtown, pale, sunken eyes that bulged. She was filthy dirty without shoes. There was a big bloody hole on the side of her neck. There was blood all over the front of her clothes. I was frozen in the doorway. I had never seen anything like that before. She looked like she was on her death bed. She rushed me, ran right straight at me with her arms reaching out. I was in shock. I just stood there. She knocked me down and that’s when I noticed she didn’t have any hands. I mean like no hands at all, just these gross bloody stumps. She was trying to grab me but she didn’t have any hands.”
    My entire body trembled as I remembered the morning that ended my old life