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enough gas to drive through the entire night…,” he trails off, letting my vivid imagination fill in the rest.
    I remember earlier today, we had almost been surrounded when we got stuck on the edge of the highway.
    “I think maybe we should listen to him,” I say after a few minutes of awkward silence.
    Megan looks reluctant. “How is getting trapped in here any better?” she challenges Ryan.
    “It might seem like it isn’t any better, but there are four solid walls and doors that lock. There are no overly large windows, and if we block off the windows in a few of the rooms, then zombies could pass right by and might not even know we’re in here. You guys would conserve your fuel and could get back on the road in the morning once it’s light out again.”
    I stare out the window, it is getting dimmer by the minute. I had originally felt so safe in the car, but now I’m not so sure.
    “Come on Megan,” I prompt her.
    She slowly nods her head in agreement, “Someone has to go get Abby from the car.”
    Ryan looks confused.
    “Who’s Abby?”
    “Our friend, she lost both her parents today and she’s been having a rough time,” I supply the information.
    “I can imagine,” Ryan looks grim at the news. “I’ll go get her,” he volunteers.
    Since I certainly don’t want to go back outside, I agree. He seems harmless enough.
    I poke through the house while he’s gone. It isn’t a huge house. There are two bedrooms upstairs, and the living room has a wood-burning stove. I go in the bathroom and check the taps, cold water comes blasting out. I wash the dust from my hands and pull out my phone again and try to dial my parents. The phone doesn’t even ring, and I feel like throwing the useless thing across the room. A hot tear falls from my eyes, and I use the cold water to brusquely wash it away. I stare at myself in the mirror for a long time and, incredibly, my stomach growls. I have no idea how I’ll manage to force down a single bite, but it’s a reminder that I haven’t eat all day. I carefully smooth down my hair and wipe my forehead with a cool cloth before I go back in to the other room. I find Ryan and Megan starting a fire in the wood stove. Abby is lying on the couch with her back to the room. I count it as a small victory that she even got out of the car.
    Ryan has taped black garbage bags over the windows to keep the light in, protecting us from unwanted attention. It’s smart, and I make a mental note to remember to do that at the next place. I walk over to Abby and rub her back, but she jerks away like my touch burns her.
    “Abby, I’m so sorry,” I whisper, planting a kiss on the back of her head before walking away.
    “Why don’t you girls go and see what’s left in the pantry for supper?” Ryan suggests.
    I practically jump at the chance to get away from Abby’s depression. Guilt is eating me alive—maybe if they hadn’t been coming to get me, they would still be alive. I firmly clamp down on that thought and turn to the cupboards. They are still pretty stocked, and the stuff in the freezer isn’t completely thawed out yet. I grab a couple of big steaks. Megan finds instant mashed potatoes and a few cans of green beans.
    “Looks good,” I acknowledge.
    The stove runs on natural gas, so I try my luck lighting one of the burners. It sparks to life with a woof. Ryan has already covered the windows in here, too, so it feels relatively safe. I keep staring at the black bags hung across the windows, criss-crossed with silver duct tape—half expecting something undead to come crashing through the glass. A hot drop of grease leaps out of the pan and burns my hand. I snatch it away, trying to focus on the dinner instead.
    “This is the first time I’ve cooked by candlelight,” I mutter.
    Megan smirks, “Not me.” I turn and look at her, but her face is mostly covered in dark shadows. The things I’ve learned about her today are pretty insane. 
    Abby refuses to eat or even