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with the dead and blocked by stalled vehicles.
    Sara gnawed at one of her
last remaining fingernails. The sound of the engine revving and the click of
her chewing was a great mashup. Otherwise the ride to the RS Medical was
silent. They didn’t have a lot to talk about and all of them were dead tired.
Frank popped another stick of bubble gum into his mouth as Jim pulled into the
disabled spot outside the main doors to the store.
    The lights were off and
the windows were intact. Jim was surprised to find the building untouched. He
thought that a medical store would be the first place hit after an infection
like this had swept the area.
    “We should check out the
building first.” Jim spoke softly. Cliff’s advice about knowing the exits was
ringing in his ears.
    “Look over there,” Frank
said as he pointed across the street. Tucked in a tiny strip mall was a shop
that had a one word name. In big black letters just above the door was the word
GUN. Not a super clever name, but you knew exactly what they had to offer
customers. It was a little store and its lights were out as well. “We need to
hit that place. I’m running low.”
    Great, another stop. Jim
understood how important it was that Frank not run out of ammo, but more stops
meant more time and he was not sure how much Devon had left.
    Jim’s head bobbed up and
down, “Okay. You got the list?” he asked as he readied his spear for action.
Frank patted his breast pocket.
    “Yep, got it right here.”
    Jim and Frank reached to
open their doors. Jim’s fingers looped into the chrome finished handle and he
was about to yank it open when a group of zombies slammed into his door. Jim
could not help himself, the sudden movement and noise along with the wrecked
features of this infected woman at his window made him screech out in a high
pitched voice.
    The ear piercing sound of
“AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!” filled the PT Cruiser’s cabin.

Chapter 4
     
    Karen set her pistol down
next to the sink in the bathroom. When she turned on the light she didn’t
recognize herself. The woman in the mirror looked a decade older. Black circles
encased her eyes. Her hair was matted. She was covered in a layer of sweaty
salt and dried blood. She needed an hour long shower but only had time for a
two minute sink scrub. She got to work. The cool water quickly turned hot as
she cranked up the faucet. Karen splashed handfuls of water onto her face and
she scrubbed hard to get the nasty parts of the day off of her. To make sure
she didn’t waste time, she counted down from fifteen and every time she hit
zero she moved onto a new spot and started cleaning it. She got most of the
gunk out of her hair and off her face. She found a couple of her Mama’s hair
clips and used them to keep her red mane out of her face.
    Four, three, two, one
and zero.
    Done. She looked a little
more like herself. Well at least she didn’t look like a murder victim anymore.
She placed her gun back into its holster and exited the bathroom.
    She entered the living
room and found that the girls were zoned out in front of the TV and Troy had an
icepack held to his forehead. Leon had wrapped a good amount of gauze and
bandages around the wound to stop the bleeding. Troy looked up at his sister
when she entered the room.
    “My head hurts so bad.”
Troy’s voice was rough and dry.
    “I know,” Karen moved
closer to him and pulled away the icepack and lifted the bandage. The gash in
his forehead had turned dark purple. She replaced the bandage and the icepack.
“Can you stay here and watch the girls? I’ve got a lot of work to get done
around here.”
    “Okay, I like this
cartoon. It’s pretty funny.” Troy looked away from his sister and back to the
TV.
    It was like having another
child to take care of. She hoped he would be better soon. They were going to
need him to get back to normal fast.
    Karen left the living room
and headed for Leon in the dining room. He had just closed the blinds to the
sliding glass