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had been too much. They were obviously very disappointed in her. Kevin even more than usual. It seemed that every time she caught him looking at her…there was something…wrong. That’s how his look made her feel. Like she was always doing something wrong.
    It was totally different than how Mike looked at her. In fact, Mike’s look reminded her strongly of how Mr. Abernathy used to look at her—and all the other girls—in the halls at school before all this had happened. She’d noticed Mike peeking at her while she was bathing in the creek. He’d tried to hide it, but he’d peeked. And Heather didn’t mind. Mike wasn’t gross looking like Mr. Abernathy. Only, she sorta wished Kevin looked at her like that. She liked Kevin…he made her feel safe when he wasn’t making her feel like she was doing something wrong every single second.
    The arguing had stopped. She heard somebody coming back into the room. Heather closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep. Eventually she risked opening her eyes, just enough to see. It was Mike. A few minutes later he was snoring. Heather crinkled her nose in distaste. She wondered if Kevin was coming in. She could see his silhouette in the hallway. She fell asleep watching his shadow, wishing he would come in and lay down so she could pretend to roll over up against him.
     
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    “Trucks!” Heather hissed.
    Mike and Kevin scrambled up the stairs to the master bedroom where Heather had been keeping lookout. The trucks were single-file…three big eighteen-wheelers were sandwiched between a pair of white, snowplow-mounted city trucks in front and a pair of shiny, new four-by-four pick-up trucks in back. They were rolling south on Highway 13, smashing anything that wandered out in front of them.
    “Shaw’s men?” Mike asked, trying to hide the fear in his voice.
    “I’d imagine so,” Kevin said. “Unless some rival faction is rolling in like they own the place.”
    “Who’s Shaw?” Heather asked.
    “The asshole who stole all our stuff, shot our friend, and kidnapped four women,” Mike spat. The anger came fast…his breathing became shaky.
    “So he’s like Mr. Abernathy?” Heather turned to Kevin.
    “No,” Kevin shook his head, “he’s much worse. He and his men think that they own everything that they’ve decided falls within their territory. And not just supplies…but females as well. They shot our friend in cold blood as a warning for us to leave. Funny thing is…we had no intention of staying—”
    “Until they killed Darrin!” Mike stopped trying to fight back the tears.
    Kevin said nothing. He simply nodded and went back to watching the trucks roll past. They were obviously rolling into Heath. He watched the lead vehicle slam into a minivan, sending it careening off the road into a ditch. It was just like the sort of tactic he figured somebody like Shaw would take. As the vehicles roared out of view, an idea began to form.
    He turned to find Heather hugging Mike, patting his back. Well , he thought, that’s a switch from yesterday . He moved past them and headed for the stairs. Heather made eye contact, raising an eyebrow. No , Kevin shook his head. He knew what he was looking for, and having anybody tagging along would only increase the likelihood of being spotted.
    Stepping through the kitchen, he was mindful of the one large sheet-covered stain, trying hard not to let that face pop into his mind. Too late, he shuddered, and exited through the back door. There was a huge barn about a half a football field’s distance away. The doors were wide open, so he was hopeful that there would be no hidden surprises lurking within.
    As he crossed the back yard, he was only slightly surprised at how well the sounds carried in a dead world. He could hear the convoy literally plowing through cars and anything else unfortunate enough to get in their way. He could see singles and groups of the undead turning in the direction of all the noise. His eyes quickly