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wasn’t getting out again any time soon.
    I tried to think of what supplies I should bring to the boat. We didn’t have enough at home to feed all of us for an extended period of time. We would have to think of someplace other than a grocery store to get the things we needed, but that was a problem I could deal with later. First, I needed to get home.
    The streets of our subdivision were all but abandoned. I saw a few neighbors packing things into their cars, but there wasn’t the sense of urgency I was afraid I would find. It was a relief that the panic hadn’t stricken the suburbs the way it had the city. It would make our escape easier.
    I pulled into my driveway and hurried to get inside the house. I got to the front door and instinctually tried to unlock it with William’s keys. Then I remembered my own keys were lying at the botigaetom of Everland River.
    “Fuck." I tried the door and found it locked. I moved to the large window of our front room, but it was shut as well. Laura had done a good job getting everything locked up tight.
    “Laura,” I called up to the attic. “Honey, it’s me. Let me in.”
    No answer.
    I grabbed a rock and threw it at the small attic window. It bounced off the house’s siding and fell to the ground. I tried again with a similar result and then yelled her name a few more times.
    “David?” I heard her say from the back of the house. “Help! Help!”
    My heart seized when I heard her cries. I ran around the back of the house to see what was wrong. I opened the gate and saw the back door had been broken down.
    “Laura?”
    “David,” she called down to me from the roof. I looked up and saw that she and my two daughters were hiding up there. “Look out!”
    That’s when I saw the zombies in my house. Two of them roamed around and they'd heard my shouts. They charged out of the house, burst through the wrecked door, and raced into the backyard at full speed.
    I didn’t have much time to react. I was able to deflect the first attack by pushing the zombie to the side where it fell face first into the dirt, but the second one caught me and grabbed onto the jacket William had given me. We fell to the ground and I wrestled with the zombie to keep its teeth away.
    I recognized the creature. It was my neighbor, Alfred, from across the alley. His skin was grey and his eyes had a milky color, but other than that he looked pretty much the same. I held him by the throat and pushed him away from me, but he was heavy and had fallen on top of me when we hit the ground.
    I heard my wife and children scream as they watched. I couldn’t help but think of Barry getting eaten alive back in the city. The last thing I wanted was to let them see the same thing happen to me. Well, to be honest, the last thing I wanted was to get eaten alive, but having my family watch was a close second.
    Laura hung from the roof and let herself fall. She hit the ground hard and yelped in pain as her knees buckled. She rolled to the side and grabbed a shovel I'd left out last weekend while digging up a new garden. She always used to yell at me when I left the tools out of the shed. She said I was letting them rust and that leaving them out made us look like white trash. I bet she was happy about my laziness now. I know I was.
    She smashed Alfred on the side of the head and he went limp long enough for me to push him off. She moved in for the kill and launched a series of vicious attacks on his smashed face.
    “Laura, stop."
    “No. You have to destroy their brains,” she said as she drove t crhe shovel into Al’s face.
    “No, stop. There’s another one.” The other zombie, Alfred’s wife, had gotten back up from where I'd thrown her down. She growled at us and charged.
    This time I kicked her knee. It was a move I never understood why more action movies didn’t feature. If you ever get into a street brawl and have the chance to take out your opponent’s knee, do it. They fall right to the ground, just as