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shaking his head and exiting the camper, almost knocking into Anna on his way out. Emma sniggered at his retreating back.
     
                  "You're mean," Kaylee scolded, but she couldn't keep a smile fully at bay and the statement did not come out as reproachful as perhaps it should have. Emma shrugged.
     
                  "Torturing Andrew?" Anna asked through chattering teeth. She raised her eyebrows as she took in Emma's stance.
     
                  "A girl has to have some fun!"
     
                  Anna shook her head and smiled before stripping down.
     
                  They decided not to drive far, just clear of the amassed horde of infected outside the mall. Once clear of that part of town, it became evident that they were in farm country. The suburban homes gave way to pastures and fields, dotted only sparsely with the darkened silhouettes of aged trees. The trees were imposing in their height, dark shadows that stretched over dark meadows. Everything gave off a slight sheen in the limited moonlight, a reflective glow cast from the rainwater that still pooled and coat the earth.
     
                  Nick was resting on the bed of the motor home, Anna driving. Kaylee was worried about her father. She still hadn't gotten a good look at his injury, not that she wanted to, but it made it hard to gauge just how bad it was. Anna insisted he'd be fine, and his spirits seemed high enough when he was awake. But he hadn't been awake often in the last two days. Kaylee hoped it was just the pain killers.
     
                  "Quinton's pulling over," Emma said, drawing Kaylee's attention to the road ahead of them. She saw Jack's Hummer pull alongside the tanker truck that Quinton and Bill were driving. Through an open window, they watched Andrew's blond head nod in the moonlight. The Hummer pushed forward then, the tanker gears grinding into place to follow. 
     
                  The motor home lurched as it followed the other vehicles unto what was once a dirt driveway. Now it was as overgrown as the field, but Kaylee could see the mailbox, silver in the moonlight, tilting from the ground. The remains of a farmhouse stood broken and forgotten, windows smashed through, the remaining fragments reflecting the stars back at the sky. Behind that, deeper in the overgrown meadow, a larger structure stood cloaked in darkness. Jack pulled alongside the shadowy structure. Kaylee recognized a barn, some of the siding stripped away and leaving horizontal gaps in the walls.
     
                  Exhaustion swept the group so fiercely that no one spoke. They filed into the barn and up into the loft as directed by Quinton, Andrew not even taking the time to tease Emma for the fact that she was still wearing just his old flannel and not much else. The girls unrolled sleeping bags, setting them in a row. The men swung axes, destroying the one wooden staircase that got everyone up to the loft. Even if they slept in past the sunrise, the infected wouldn't be able to reach them there. 
     
                  Jack moved past Kaylee's line of sight, throwing his axe on top of a sleeping bag and then striding to the large door that overlooked the meadow. He pushed it open and the night sky shone through. Years ago, the door would have been used to get the hay up into the hay loft. Now, Jack sat perched at its' edge, positioned on a milk crate with a shotgun in his lap.
     
                  His back was straight and his stance alert. He must have had a good sleep at the mall, because he looked more awake now than she had seen him in two days. Kaylee let her eyes drink him in. His olive skin shone pale in the limited light, his hair inky black. Maybe it was the exhaustion she could feel pulling at her from the lack of sleep and the day of being soaked in the rain, but she suddenly realized, she missed him. Which was ridiculous,