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was too dark. She could feel her daughter in her arms, but she couldn't see the little girl's face. She ran her finger along Becky's cheek. Then she decided to leave the closet.
    She didn't really want to, but she knew that it would do no good staying in there. She couldn't keep hiding. Plus, she wanted to know what happened to everyone, to her husband.
    She pulled back the closet door and slid it open.
    She stuck her head out and looked around.
    Jane expected someone to attack her . Or maybe she hoped that they would . That thought lingered for a moment before she pushed it away. She didn't want to allow herself to think like that.
    No one was there.
    She took the little girl in her arms and stepped out of the closet. Her legs were sore from being cramped up for such a long time.
    In the room, she could see a little bit better. There was light coming in from the outside. Not the normal light from the street lamp, though. It was moonlight.
    Jane saw her daughter's crib. She walked over and placed the little girl back into it. It was difficult for her to let her go.
    "I'm sorry," Jane said.
    She looked down at her daughter and was overcome with feelings of regret. Maybe she should have tried to save her daughter. Maybe she should have fought off her husband.
    No, they had both changed. There was nothing that she could have done.
    Jane reached over and pulled her daughter's blanket over her lifeless body, just like she would have if the little girl had been asleep.
    Except she wasn't asleep. She was dead.
    Jane felt herself starting to choke up. Tears built in her eyes.
    Her silly little goos e .
    She bent over and kissed her dead child.
    She hadn't saved her. Sh e couldn' t have saved her.
    "I'm so sorry," she said again.
    Jane stood up and looked at the window - the one her husband had jumped out of after he had changed; after he had killed their daughter. He had been about to kill Jane too.
    She wondered where he was. If he was still out there.
    She walked over to the window. Her feet stepped on the broken glass and cracked underneath her. She had forgotten about the rock that had come through the window. It had distracted her husband and had saved her life.
    She went closer to the window.
    Before she looked out, she listened. She hadn't heard anything for a while, but she needed to be sure. She didn't want to look out the window and find one of those … what ?… crazy people?…changed ? She didn't know what to think of them . She knew enough that she didn't want to see one of them out there. She didn't think that she'd be able to handle another attack. If one of them saw her, that's what would happen.
    She listened for a little bit longer and couldn't hear anything. At least, not anything that sounded like a person. She could hear a crackling sound, but that sounded more like a fire.
    She decided to look.
    As she peered out the window, she made sure not to cut her hand on the broken glass. She placed her palms on the bottom of the frame and leaned forward.
    She had been right about the fire. A car was burning brightly a little way down the road. She didn't spend much time looking at it. Instead she focused on all of the damage that had been done to the street, all of the dead bodies. Her neighbours.
    Jane could see people lying out on the road. From her daughter's window, she couldn't tell who they were. Sh e coul d see that there were men, women, and even children. There were also big pools of liquid underneath them. She knew that it had to be blood.
    She continued to look.
    Houses had been destroyed. Windows smashed in. Gardens torn up.
    There were a few more car crashes further down the road.
    What could have caused this ? she wondered.
    Jane took a deep breath, but didn't turn away from the window no matter how much she wanted to. She had come to the window for a reason: to look for her husband. She needed to find him.
    Jane took another deep breath, then looked down underneath her window. She was on the second story