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    "What's that noise?" Clare turned to me and glared with those beautiful blue eyes. Her brown hair was still tucked behind her ears and I could see a couple of pearly drops of sweat on the twenty-eight-year-old's forehead.
    I listened and was tempted to open the window, but fought against it. Within a few seconds, we saw four cars drive down the main road and this alerted the senses of some of the freaks that were out there, meandering around in an almost hypnotic trance.
    The cars slowed down a little and the things refused to move out of the road. I could see some of the people inside and could see they were nothing special, just normal people who seemed to be family and friends, I guessed. They were travelling close together so I assumed they knew each other. Their vehicles struggled a little, but they eventually managed to go round—and on one occasion, through—the dead.
    Clare and I watched as they eventually drove away to safety—or another new danger, it depended where they were heading—and I almost felt like cheering for them, as all four vehicles had managed to escape with no human fatalities.
    Clare drew breath as if she was about to say something, but her sentence had to wait as a scream filled the street. The windows were closed, but we still heard the terrible cry.
    A woman ran over the road from her house and stumbled. She was wearing a yellow, fluffy dressing gown, and I assumed wearing the slippers may have been the cause of her stumble. She was running from, what appeared to be, the man of the house who stumbled behind her, but what she hadn't done was taken into consideration of how bad it was outside.
    It was too easy for the zombies. She basically ran out of the house, stumbled to the floor, and was surrounded within seconds by the ravenous horde.
    Clare looked away, but never moved her body away from the window. I was transfixed. I couldn't help but look as they tore her to pieces, like ravenous lions around an antelope. It was a hideous thing to witness, yet engaging, and I know that may sound a little sick to some people, but I'm just telling the truth how I felt.
    Once the 'show' was over, I realised that my heart was smashing quickly and rapidly from the inside of my chest and my legs felt light. Was I in shock? Again? I wasn't sure, but the scene had made my body quiver and I was pleased that there was no feeling of sickness.
    We both stood in silence and I suppose this episode had brought this catastrophe to life. I never doubted the TV, and was aware with these things shambling about that it was a terrible situation we were in, but seeing somebody die for real was a reality check for the pair of us. Earlier, with the family in the toppled car, screams were all we could hear, but with this episode, I saw everything.
    I looked out to the skies and all I could muster was, "I need a drink."
    Clare never said a word, but she nodded in agreement with my statement.
    Said I, "Red wine?"
    Again, she nodded.

Chapter Twelve
     
    It was nearly seven in the evening, and after another breakdown from Clare we sat and thought that it was mildly amusing that the world was going to shit, but here we were sitting in the living room, blinds down, and watching re-runs of The Inbetweeners—the volume at a low number six, of course.
    I knew it wasn't the greatest idea ever, but I cracked open a bottle of Merlot. We needed to keep our wits about us in case they got in, but at the same time, I was sure the house was pretty solid. All we seemed to have done most of the afternoon was peer outside, and it wasn't doing our mental health any favours at all.
    A bottle had been quickly drained between us and I asked Clare more about her family. Her explanations were very brief and I took the hint and decided to pursue this interest no further. I got off the couch and walked towards the cupboard to grab another bottle. I turned my head to the right and saw down the hallway a hideous sight.
    My stance had frozen and