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Kristy. He could obviously tell that she was the one in charge around here.
    “What weapons do you have?” He whispered.
    “Just a shotgun,” she told him.
    “Get it,” he said. She nodded and ran to go upstairs. He had a pistol at his side. Keith had a baseball bat. That was it, though. We hadn’t had any luck finding any other weapons and to be honest, we’d been lazy about it because we hadn’t seen any Infected since we got here.
    Now we were all regretting that choice.
    It seemed stupid in retrospect. Honestly, who doesn’t have a weapon in the zombie fucking apocalypse? Then again, no one ever made the mistake of thinking we were geniuses.
    Keith and Paul peered out the kitchen window.
    “Just one,” Keith whispered.
    “Try again,” Paul whispered back.
    We all gathered around the window to see not one, not two, but five zombies wandering around.
    “Give me the shotgun,” Keith whispered.
    “Not a chance,” Kristy said. Then she was out the door. We heard the two blasts as she made perfect headshots and knocked down the first two zombies.
    Paul followed her quickly and took down the other three zombies. The entire thing was over very quickly. Keith didn’t even have to use his bat. When they came inside, Kristy whispered that we should all go upstairs to the attic.
    “In case there are more,” she said. “We don’t want them knowing that we’re here.”
    “Can they smell us?” Asked Paul.
    “I don’t know,” Kristy said, “but I don’t feel like finding out.”
    She was sweaty and gross from her run, but I didn’t want to complain about the smell. We all sneaked upstairs, all five of us, and made it to the attic. I was worried that the sounds of gunfire would bring more to the area. After all, isn’t that what zombies do?
    Don’t you get swarmed when they hear a shot fired?
    “You brought them here,” Danielle finally spoke. She was huddled in a corner by a window, staring out of it intently. The guys look surprised, like they had forgotten she existed for a moment.
    “What? No, we didn’t,” Keith said.
    “Yeah, fuckers, you did,” she growled. I’d never seen her this angry before. She gritted her teeth and glared at him, like he was the most hideous thing he’d ever seen. “We’ve been perfectly fine here for weeks. Weeks. Do you understand that? Now, the exact same day you losers show up, we get swarmed?”
    “I’m sorry,” Paul said, shaking his head quietly. I thought he was kind of a jerk, so I’m surprised at his reaction. I risk a glance, and he’s watching me. “We didn’t mean to,” he said. “We were running from a horde and thought we had lost them. We didn’t mean to bring them here.”
    “A horde?” Kristy asked. “How many is that?”
    The two brothers exchanged glances before Paul finally said, “At least 25. Maybe more.”
    Kristy didn’t say anything right away. She just ran her hands through her hair, trying to take deep breaths.
    “Okay,” she said. “I’m not panicking.” We could all tell that she was, though. I knew she was wondering about the logistics of feeding two extra people, especially men. We could barely keep ourselves alive. Could we really afford to feed and house a couple of dudes?
    But me, I was thinking that they might be good for protection. I bet they’re better fighters than us. They’re certainly bigger. I would guess from the way their faces looked a little pale and their clothes hung off their bodies a little that they had lost weight during this apocalypse, just like the rest of us had.
    They still had a lot of muscle, though.
    And I knew that there was no way I could kill a zombie with a baseball bat, the way Keith could.
    “We can go together in the car,” I said the words before I had thought about it. Four sets of eyes looked at me.
    “What?” Kristy glared at me. Now I was the one in the hot seat.
    “The car,” I told her. “We still have a quarter tank of gas. We could go somewhere, all of us