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have the part we're looking for or even a working radio.” She yawned and rubbed her eyes. “I'm exhausted. I don't know about you, but I need to sleep.”
    Greg agreed with her, he literally couldn't remember the last time he'd laid down, let alone gone to sleep.
    “First…” Kyra walked back outside. “We need to get you checked out, make sure you don't have a concussion or something. I'd hate to be alone again.”
    They left the comms building. Greg followed her across to the infirmary, trying to ignore the blood and the bodies as they came in. He hopped onto the cleanest examination table they could find. Kyra ran a series of quick tests on him. After five minutes, she seemed satisfied that he wasn't going to go to sleep and not wake back up.
    “So, you hit your head hard enough to lose all your memories, but not get a concussion. Talk about luck.”
    They left the infirmary and made their way to the as yet unexplored building, presumably the living quarters.
    “Strange definition of luck,” he said quietly
    Kyra was silent for a moment before she spoke up. “I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that.”
    “I know. It's all right. I'm just...frustrated. It's not fun having a hole for a head.”
    They entered the final building, a low rectangle with a corridor cutting down the middle. Doors were set on either side of the central passageway with names above them. Dormitories. Another, larger door stood at the back. The two of them moved quick and easy, finding each of the bedrooms small and simple things. They checked out each one, looking for zombies or survivors.
    The final door led to a large rec room, packed with couches and several different time wasters: a pool table, a small collection of arcade games, a corner with a large screen dedicated to watching vids. It, too, was empty.
    With the dormitory clear, the pair moved to one of the bedrooms that didn't have a body or obvious signs of struggle in it.
    Kyra slumped onto one of the beds. “We're going to have to sleep in shifts. Give me four hours, no more. I'll do the same for you when you wake me. I trust you enough to watch me sleep, Greg, but I'm sleeping with this.” She held up her pistol. “Don't give me reason to lose what trust you've built so far.”
    Greg couldn't think of anything to say without sounding stupid, so he just nodded. Kyra seemed satisfied. She pulled back the blankets and lay down in full uniform, rolling away from him. Greg wanted to give her reason to trust him. If he was honest with himself, being alone frightened him that much more now that there were actual zombies roaming around. On top of that, he liked her. Kyra was a competent ally to have. She was smart, alert, and capable.
    Greg found a spot in the room opposite the bed where he could keep Kyra, the door, and the solitary window in plain view and put his back to the wall. He set his shotgun on a desk beside him and kept his pistol in his lap.

Chapter 05
    – Beneath Somber Skies –
     
     
    Rain still tapped the window by the time he woke Kyra. She jerked the second he put a hand on her shoulder, but was aware enough not to shove the pistol in his face, for which he was thankful. She stood and rubbed sleep from her eyes, thanking him as she did. He wasn't sure what she was thanking him for. Not killing her in her sleep? Not abandoning her? Simply waking her? He lay down in the bed, beneath the blankets.
    The bed smelled of her and held her warmth, nothing as sweet as perfume, but sweat and her natural scent. He found it pleasant and comforting, which helped him fall asleep. Nightmares haunted Greg. He was back in the ruined ship, only it appeared much bigger than it should have been. Somewhere, someone cried, a deep, haunting sob.
    Greg tried to navigate the broken corridors bathed in a crimson so deep he began to wonder if this was Hell. The notion terrified him immensely on a deep, dark level. He pressed on, not knowing where he went, or where he should go, but unable