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family ended badly, but we still needed somewhere to go. I offered up a suggestion. “What about the middle school I went to? They have a chain link fence. Should be safe,” I whispered to my dad as we hid behind a dumpster in one of the alleys. The crowds were starting to disperse, but we needed to wait a little longer. We still hadn’t seen any sign of other zombies.
    “I don’t know, Morgan. I don’t think a fence like that could hold back anything that really wanted to get in,” he whispered back. He was on alert. He couldn’t keep still as he scanned every weakness in our defenses. It was like watching a person with agyrophobia being carried out into a medium and having to cross the streets to get back to the sidewalk without help.
    “We’ve got to try, dad. We are exposed here. We need to get Samantha to safety.”
    “You’re right, but perhaps we should go elsewhere to be on the safe side.”
    “It’s only a few blocks away from here. If it doesn’t look safe, we’ll keep going.”
    He thought about it in silence for a moment before he came to a decision. “Ok. We’ll go, but the first sign of trouble and we leave.”
    “Yes, sir.”
    He turned to the others and waved them forward toward him. As they did so, he whispered, “We’re making a break for it to the middle school nearby. It could potentially be a safe house for us.” They all nodded in agreement and prepared to make a break for it. I leaned forward onto the balls of my feet and waited for the signal.
    My dad huffed and threw himself out into the open, followed quickly by the rest of us. We stayed close to one another for protection. My dad led the way, followed by his children, the captain, the ferryman, and the two strangers. They didn’t seem as alarmed as the rest of us with this situation. They could probably survive without anywhere to go, out in the open and exposed.
    I noticed that things started to get quiet all around us. The screams and sounds of feet on pavement dispersed and thinned out. Cars no longer moved or breathed in the air to release their toxic fume upon the Earth. It was eerie beyond belief… The only good thing was that we could move about with greater ease.
    We hunched over as we ran through the streets and alleys to our safe destination. I could feel it in my bones. The emotions I felt from being so close to normalcy and sanctity… I couldn’t find the words to describe it. If I could, I would fly away from here on the wings of faith. I just wanted desperately to get there.
    We turned a corner and had the school within our sights. I was ecstatic! My feet were starting to hurt and my lungs burned from exertion. I had never run so much in my life before. I wish I had trained. It would have made this journey bearable.
    The chain link fence glinted in the pale sunlight, inviting us in for a closer look. The brick building stood strong on its boundaries and unchanged since I had last been there. It was beautiful; something that I would hold onto for the rest of my life. I could return to a thought like this when I needed it the most.
    We stopped at the fence line and checked out what was going on inside the closed-off area. It all seemed quiet, much like the ferryman’s neighborhood had been. It raised a red flag with me, but my dad seemed to think that this was a good thing for us. He looked over at me and said, “Babygirl, you’re a genius. I believe this will be able to protect us until we can figure out something more permanent.”
    He nodded at the others, walked over to the locked gate, and unhooked the chain from its home. We followed him through onto the grounds of the school and formed a line to go into the building. My dad led us through the doors, quietly walking just in case something came out of the shadows. We kept to one of the walls, along the lockers, in a single file line as we searched the rooms one by one for any sign of trouble for us. Most of the rooms were empty, luring us into a false