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coming?” Tom questioned Casey as he walked over towards him and Kurt.
    “Let’s play it that way, just in case. Kill and burn up what’s left of the Zeds and let’s lock stuff down and get the people inside just in case a storm is coming. Keep a few people on watch in case the Zeds change their minds.” Casey said, looking out with confusion and hope. Hope that maybe there were still people alive and confusion as to why they would help. In the months the followed the zombie outbreak society quickly became a game of last man standing, everyone for themselves. That’s what Casey was used to, so why now suddenly did he get the feeling that someone was trying to help and what were the reasons for helping. The three men turned to head back down to the ground floor with the others when another building shaking explosion slammed through the air and the people’s bodies. They could actually feel the building lift slightly, gently, under their feet it swayed. Black smoke bloomed like a mushroom cloud through the sky with the people still watching perplexed.
     
     
    Jack and Jill had gone 4 blocks without seeing so much as one zombie. A few decaying bodies lying in yards or sitting in a car still, but they were very much decomposed at this point.
    There was dead zombie bodies lying around also, intermingled with real people dead bodies. Some houses on the blocks they passed were still neat and tidy looking, aside from not having a mowed lawn and weeds sprouting up through the cement cracks everywhere, it looked as if people still dwelled inside. Other houses though, looked as if they had been the scenes for several last stands, burnt out doorways and picture windows, dried blood that stained the houses, still lingered in areas, bullet holes riddled walls, most having come from inside to the out. One place they passed, not far from Jack’s house actually had arrows stuck into the side of the house, and it made them both think of cowboys and Indians. After a nice leisurely ride in Jack’s mom’s car, which he made sure to run every few days, something his dad had started, he wanted to be prepared. With the garage attached to the house, they never had to go outside, talk about luck. They came upon an elementary school and stopped a block away.
    “Are you nuts? A school?!” Jill exclaimed, not comfortable being this close to this death trap, in all her wanderings over the year abroad roaming the zombie-side, she hadn’t found one school that wasn’t a meeting place of sorts for people before this whole thing started. Now schools were just a breeding ground for the undead. Everyone flocked there, as FEMA and Red Cross and other military and emergency personnel told everyone that schools were the happening place to be at that time. Salvation was there and people went. But as always, organization was not a top priority at first and so many infected were let into these places, either they hid their wounds or they were over looked, but it was only a matter of hours before all those places were over run. About half of the schools Jill had come across had been chained or somehow locked from the outside, so that meant someone escaped, but the zombies were just inside, not having any motivation to try the door, and that is where they stayed. Until someone decided to go check something out. Twice Jill had been that dope to go by a school too close, once she was with a young married couple, she had found them hiding in a long abandoned gas station out in the boonies on the west coast. They banned together in search of food and survival. Well the husband had the bright idea they should drive by his old high school, talking about all the amenities this place had back in the day, Jill wasn’t thrilled with this idea, but she wasn’t driving at the moment. Yeah that idea turned bad quick, hubby and his lovely wife ended up taking a slug each in the dome. They begged and pleated with Jill for her not to shoot, but they were already dead,