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she bought the property and though she didn’t plan to use it, she liked to take pictures of it, so she left it.
    A few stray cats used to live in the barn, but after the infection, even the cats had disappeared. They had vanished quickly. Emily had waited only a few days to go find Melanie, but the cats were already gone by then.
    The house was four miles from the edge of town. She hadn’t seen zombies this far out of town, but she wouldn’t put it past them. You could never be too careful.
    The men continued to talk in the yard. Their voices were growing louder. Emily could hear part of their conversation now. She leaned forward, straining to listen to what they were saying. Even if she couldn’t hear the entire conversation, any information she gained could help her figure out a way to get her house back. She couldn’t fight them off, but maybe they were planning to leave. Maybe she’d be able to wait them out. At the very least, maybe she could sneak inside and grab a few essentials before she wandered off and found a new place to live.
    Or before she gave herself over to the zombies.
    “We should stay,” one man said firmly. “It’s perfect.” He had brown hair and a scar running down the left side of his face. If she didn’t know better, Emily would assume it was from a zombie attack, but it looked old and healed. She wondered how he had gotten it. It gave the man an aura of danger. None of the men looked weak, by any means, but this one looked especially deadly. If the electricity ever came back on, maybe she’d use him as inspiration for a character in her book. Fucking computers. Why didn’t she write on a typewriter like all the classic authors did?
    “Best to keep moving,” the next man protested. He had green hair. “Maybe stay for another day or two, at most. Yeah, this place has a garden, but what?” He glared at the produce. “We just gonna eat blueberries for the rest of our lives?”
    “I like blueberries,” Emily mumbled out loud, glaring at the men from her spot between the trees.
    “Me, too.” A voice said from behind her. Emily jumped and tried to turn around to see who was talking to her, but just as she started to, she felt the barrel of a gun being pushed against her head.
    “Don’t move,” the voice said. “You have thirty seconds to explain who you are, why you’re here, and why I shouldn’t kill you.”
    Emily gritted her teeth. This wasn’t what she signed up for. She didn’t need crap from some stranger, someone who had stolen her home. When the infection started and she decided to go try to save her sister, she knew it was a risk. She understood there was a chance this would happen. Survivors or zombies, people were all the same. Dangerous. What she didn’t need was this. Any of it. She wished her sister wasn’t dead and that zombies hadn’t come and that this asshole didn’t have a gun pointed at her.
    “Get your fucking gun off my head,” she spat, unable to pretend to be nice. “And then, since this is my house, maybe you should explain to me why I shouldn’t kill you .”
    She felt the gun slowly being removed from her head and she turned around. She blinked several times and then sucked in a gasp when she saw the man standing in front of her. If ever there was a face for “tall, dark, and handsome,” this was it. He was taller than her, but not by much. She guessed he was maybe 5’10, 5’11. He was fit, though, and toned. He worked out; that was for damn sure. Though she had lost weight since the infection started, she didn’t think that this man had. He looked good. Really good.
    Fuck . She thought. Am I seriously getting turned on at this? It had been months since she’d been with a man romantically. Nearly a year, almost. Writers weren’t really known for their social skills and Emily’s were particularly poor when she was in the middle of writing a book. The last date she had been on was so bad, she wondered if she should try dating women.