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world. And she is a lot better off than most. In case you’ve forgotten…she appears to be immune from the bite. Which we now know is only good if she stays alive.” Kevin remembered watching that pervert, Abernathy, as he died a slow painful death. Fed upon by three of the zombie schoolgirls he’d held in the downstairs of the high school in Heath.
    Eventually he’d suffered enough injuries to die. Kevin had watched it all, not even wincing when one of the girls had managed to tear open his fat, pale belly. Mr. Abernathy’s eyes had nearly shot out of their sockets. Yep, that had to hurt. Finally the struggles ended. Then the three zombies had turned to him. Of course he’d been ready and put each one down. By the time he’d laid them out, the body tied to the chair had begun to twitch.
    Just like Heather, the school teacher, Mister Abernathy, had shown immunity to the bite. He’d had a nasty scar from a bite that tugged at Kevin’s guilt over leaving behind Cary Kolchek, a friend who had set out on this survivalist escapade with Mike and a fourth friend, Darrin Goldburn. Kevin’s childish actions had led—inadvertently or otherwise—to Cary being bitten during a refueling stop. Abernathy had shown that, even if a person is immune from a non-lethal bite, death by zombie still resulted in that person coming back.
    That had been a painful revelation for Kevin…more so since he’d left Cary alive. With a disabled car. Surrounded by zombies. And a gun. With one bullet. If Cary was like Heather or Abernathy…Kevin sighed.
    “…doesn’t mean she isn’t still just a frightened girl.” Mike had been talking. Kevin couldn’t recall about what.
    Mike seemed to take Kevin’s sigh as resignation to or acceptance of whatever point he’d been making. Like a tiny dog that had chased away a cat or squirrel form his yard, Mike walked away with a satisfied swagger of victory. Kevin was still standing in the hallway when he heard the not-so-quiet snoring of his friend.
     
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    Heather awoke to voices. They were arguing…again. It was hard for her to decide if those two were friends or not. She heard her name a few times. Great. They were arguing about her.
    An unpleasant feeling crept into the pit of her stomach. What if they decided to leave her behind? She’d never been good at being alone. That had been one of her biggest problems when it came to boys. It was why she’d let Erik Dennis go all the way in the back of his car after homecoming. It was why she let Sara Bluth borrow her new iPod a week after she’d gotten it for her fifteenth birthday…and didn’t complain when it was returned…ruined after falling in Buckeye Lake.
    Heather stared up at the ceiling as the voices continued in the hallway. For about the millionth time today, she fought back the tears that welled in her eyes. She could still see that little boy’s face, his hideous eyes all gross with the white coating and black, spidery traces running through them. How his teeth snapped together inches from her face. The terrible smell from his body only slightly less offensive that the foul odor pouring from his mouth. It had taken so long to scrub the stench of his drool from where it had splattered on her cheek. Just thinking about it brought the smell to her nostrils.
    She’d seen Kevin fighting off that lady and, in that moment, knew nobody could save her. Her hand had closed on that rock…and she’d hit that boy as hard as she could. He didn’t even seem to notice. Somehow, she’d found the strength to roll over and get on top. Then, using both hands, she had pounded…and pounded…and pounded. It felt wonderful! The boy’s face had flickered…Erik Dennis…Sara Bluth…Mister Abernathy. She hadn’t wanted to stop, but Mike and Kevin were suddenly there. And she’d been so embarrassed. That little boy’s face was a mess.
    She had never wanted to simply disappear so bad in her life. The looks on both Mike’s and Kevin’s faces