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the holster on his belt, his finger tightened on the trigger, and
then nothing.
    He couldn’t take the shot with Dylan and Teddy in
the way, she could see that. Emily yelled down to the man, “Teddy, your two
o’clock.” Her fingernails dug into her palms as the man’s head swiveled to spot
the zomb’ just feet from his position. In a move that was almost too quick to
follow, he grabbed Dylan to his chest and raised his foot to hit the undead in
the stomach and pushed him away.
    Before anyone could do anything else, Dylan raised
the gun still in his hands and shot the skinbag in the head. The zomb’ dropped
at their feet.
    Her mouth dropped open as Dylan and Teddy
high-fived each other with great big grins on their faces. Her hand itched to
smack them both. Didn’t they get it? Zombies weren’t supposed to be able to get
this close. The repel sound Jed Long ran twenty-four hours a day through the
mounted speakers was supposed to keep them away—far away. God knows it was
supposed to do something useful for all the aching teeth and headaches they had
to put up with to endure the ultrasonic hum all the time.
    Seth hugged Emily and gave her a quick kiss before
he scrambled down the ladder and she assumed out the gate to check out the now
dead skinbag with Teddy and Dylan. Her hands shook as she grabbed the
binoculars from where they hung on her neck and pressed them to her eyes. Like
looking through a rain-streaked window, her tears blurred her vision until she
blinked a couple of times.
    Emily was happy. She deserved to be happy. It just
hurt so much to watch the casual way the married couples hugged and said
good-bye, like the other was just going off to work. Just as she’d said
good-bye to Mitch and he’d only come back as the undead. Nothing should be
casual anymore. Nothing.
    She turned slowly as she scanned the area and
listened to Emily use the walkie-talkie to tell the other watchers to be on the
lookout for skinbags slipping through the hum’s perimeter. A fire sent a small
wisp of smoke into the air to the far south. A coyote slipped through the trees
much nearer the compound, stalking a wild pig. Seth appeared, running to
Teddy’s location and the coyote high-tailed it deeper into the trees until a
high squeal revealed the winner of that contest. Nature was taking back the
abandoned spaces. A bobcat had been spotted in a tree a couple of days ago.
    To the southwest, the street ran in front of the
RV yard. With most of the nearby trees removed and the houses burned to the
ground, Michelle could see past the hum’s perimeter, marked with red spray
paint on the asphalt. A group of zombs stood just beyond the line. One took a
step over the line, and then turned, stumbling back into the group, knocking
some of them to the ground.
    She took the binoculars off and handed them to
Emily, pointing in the direction she’d been looking.
    “The hum line seems to be holding. So how did the
thing down there get through?”
    Her friend looked for a moment and nodded her head
before handing the binoculars back. “You’re right. Nothing is coming closer.”
She turned to look at her husband in the field. “I guess we’ll have to wait to
find out. They don’t look like they are coming back anytime soon. Unless you
want to go down there and hear whatever they are talking about?”
    Michelle put the binoculars’ strap back over her
neck and let them fall to her chest. “I think I should stay up here and keep
watch, at least until Dylan gets back inside.”
    Her friend’s arm came around her shoulder and pulled
her in tight. The sigh Emily gave said it all, even if she didn’t say a word.
She was hiding away, thinking she was safe and cozy in the compound. It was all
just an illusion and someday she might be forced to make a choice. A shudder
ran down her spine. She tried to hide from the thought in her mind that even
then she might not be able to make the right choice.

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    “Mr. Teddy, can you take the gun,