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She didn’t look back at the monsters, that’s exactly what they were monsters. Not her friends or neighbors, they were monsters. Minding the windows she walked across the roofs. It didn’t take long for her to get to the Donoghue’s roof. She saw the bunker just below in the yard.
    She looked through a window into one of their bedrooms. Alex thought about the Robertson’s and what they were now. She had not been that close with them but she was close with Mr. Donoghue.
    Her hand shook noticeably as she stepped inside and raised her machete, ready to fight if need be. She remembered being in this house multiple times but never like this. Never filled with terror and misery. This house used to be filled with laughter and stories about old loves, lost family and youthful times. Now all those stories would never be told again, not like before. Not over bottles of scotch or greasy Chinese food. They were just stories now.
    Without trouble Alex made it to the backyard.  Relief filled her as she stared at the empty space. She wasn’t’ sure if she would have the will power to…to kill Mr. Donoghue if he had become one of them. Then again she didn’t think she had the will power to kill anything but there she stood.
    Alex moved towards the hidden door but her body had other thoughts. She stopped mid-step, spilling all the contents in her stomach. Her knees threaten to buckle but she kept on wobbling while wiping away any evidence from her face.
    Alex made her way in and she could hear voices speaking to her. Asking her what happened and where was Charlie but she didn’t answer. She couldn’t even make out who was speaking but she knew there were two people and they were speaking to her. She dropped her bag on the floor along with the machete. It clattered, the blood splashing a bit causing silence to fall.
    “Alex?” Petey whispered.
    “We have to get out of here.” Alex muttered.
    She had to focus. She…they needed to get out of there. Alex shook her head and collected her thoughts. She needed to focus; she needed to get them out of there. She didn’t know how to described what the hell she saw but she hoped they would just trust her for the most part.
    “We need to get out of here. Petey, you need to get that radio working.” She pushed passed them grabbing a blankets and tearing them up.
    “What’re you doing?” Maggie screeched.
    “We lost supplies so I need use what we have here to make a sign or signal.” Alex didn’t spare a glance.
    She raced around the bunker and found it lacking in brightly colored things. She dropped the tattered sheet to the ground it wouldn’t be enough to get attention. The house however had color things inside. She moved passed them grabbing a shovel and picking up her machete she moved to climb back up the ladder.
    A strong hand held her down forcibly turning her. Petey moved enough to avoid being smacked in the face by the shovel and caught her fear stricken eyes.
    “Alex, what happened? Where is Charlie?” He asked firmly.
    “He’s dead.” She looked Maggie. “I’m sorry.”
    Without further explanation she went back up making sure none followed her and gripping tightly at her machete just in case.
     
     
     
     
    6
    Alex hadn’t meant to find peace among the monsters. She stayed above ground longer than what was safe, long after she had made her sign. She listened to the groans and moans in the distance and pondered how many were actually out there. If her sister was among them.
    The sun began to set and she knew it was time to face her companions again. She dreaded the questions that were to come her way but she descended down the ladder anyway. When she turned to the room she was greeted with something more delightful instead. Petey smiling stupidly as he held up an open bottle of wine; she eyed it suspiciously.
    “It’s a good year.” He shrugged. “I assume so. Older is better right? This is pretty old; so good year I assume.”
    “Thanks man.” Alex