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    All along, the reanimated corpse of the church-going man with a hollowed-out chest cavity lay there, his arms reaching furiously every time it heard a noise. Jack was pretty sure that if he opened the window, he would hear it growling.
    He didn’t, however, because he was terrified of what else he might hear.
    “She’s hungry,” Tania spoke. She had been sitting close to Jack ever since they had sealed themselves in the single floor home. When he moved to the sofa, she followed, when he moved to the window, she followed.
    They spoke very little, but the comfort that was both offered and found simply by being close to someone else was powerful.
    “I have some food. What does she like?” Jack replied, getting to his feet and heading towards the kitchen.
    “Bread is good. A sandwich, or soup,” Tania said, following close behind Jack, Anna in her arms, her face buried in her mother’s neck.
    Above them, something heavy banged on the floor. It made everybody in the flat jump.
    “What do you think caused it?” Tania asked as Jack handed her the sandwich he had made.
    “I figured she didn’t eat the crusts. I never did when I was a kid,” he said as he looked at the plate.
    “Thank you,” Tania answered, sitting down on the sofa, placing Anna beside her. Almost instantly, the little girl grabbed at the small triangular sandwiches.
    “I don’t know what could have caused it,” Jack finally answered. “In the movies, it is always the flu, or something like that, but this … there was nothing like that. Last night, everything was normal, and today, well, today it is all just crazy.”
    Beside them, curled up in the chair, Eric slept. In spite of his initial exuberance, it had worn off and left him a lot more withdrawn than either of them would have expected.
    “It had to be something. People changed. The dead, should stay dead.” Tania looked at her daughter as she spoke, and stroked her hair behind her ears.
    “Well, whatever happens, you guys are safe here with me. You can stay as long as you need. Until they come for us.” Jack smiled and sat back in his chair.
    Pulling his phone out of his pocket, he tried to call Sarah, but there was still no service. He could not hide his worry, and he dropped the phone into his lap.
    “Who are you calling?”
    “My girlfriend. She is in the city with her mother.”
    “I’m sorry.” Tania looked at him.
    “Thank you. I’m sure she is fine. This just needs to be contained, that’s all.” Jack knew it was a lie, but it was one he had to believe.
    As evening hit, more people appeared in the street. Clearly hoping that the cover of darkness would help aid their escape. Jack watched as a man stumbled towards a couple who were trying to unlock their car door. He wanted to call out, to warn them about the shambling figure that was bearing down on them.
    He didn’t. As his fists were about to pound the glass, he thought about how doing so would draw attention. It would show them, the undead, that people were alive up there.
    As it happened, the figure walked by the couple, stopping only after he had passed to take a long drink from an indistinguishable bottle.
    “They are leaving,” Tania said, joining Jack by the window.
    “They are scared,” he replied.
    “So am I.” She looked at Jack.
    “Do you live alone?” Even though he’d asked her this before, Jack wanted to take his mind off the situation outside.
    “Yes. My family is all in Poland.”
    “Poland, that’s interesting. What brought you out here?” Jack asked, genuinely interested.
    “The lifestyle. I always loved to look at England. At English girls. I wanted to have that, to be that. So I saved my money, my wages from my job, and when I had enough, I left Poland and came here. Four years ago, when I was seventeen.”
    “What about Anna’s father?” Jack had never seen anybody coming and going in Tania’s flat, but he was not one to sit and watch everybody that closely.
    “He died