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her.
    “What the hell are you doing up there?” he
asked. He watched as she moved to the edge and shimmied to the
right, climbing down the rose trellis on the side of the porch like
one would a chain link fence. “And, for that matter, how’d you even
get up there?” he asked as she dropped to the grass. She
staggered, and he caught her elbow to right her as she regained her
footing.
    “Climbed out the window,” she explained,
pointing to the open second story window before turning her focus
back onto him. “Where are you going?”
    “Home,” he said. “To try to get some sleep
before I have to get up and take watch on the wall tonight. It’s my
shift.”
    “Mind if I join you?”
    “On what, watch or sleep?”
    Remy snorted and shrugged. “I don’t know.
Either. Whatever.” She glanced back at the medical house, and a
sheepish expression came over her face. “I’m just tired of looking
at them,” she admitted. “I need some company other than
theirs.”
    Dominic frowned and turned on his heel,
starting back in the direction of his own house, and she scrambled
to catch up with him. “I thought you didn’t like me,” he said as
she matched his brisk pace with her own. Reflexively, he slowed
down; the fact that she was infected niggled at the back of his
brain and reminded him that she wasn’t supposed to over-exert
herself. “I mean, you acted pretty pissed off at me earlier.”
    “And I’m sorry about that,” she said. “I was
in a bad mood. I shouldn’t have taken it out on you. I just need
some company. Somebody different. ” She grinned suddenly.
“Besides, I haven’t been out to your house yet.”
    “Nobody has,” Dominic replied. “I don’t let
anybody in there. Don’t think I’m going to change my stance on that
just for you.”
    “Hiding something?”
    “No, I’m just a very private person,” he
corrected. He could just see his house in the distance, the windows
shuttered, the entire house locked down against the possibility of
invasion, both from the infected and the uninfected. It was his
fortress, his sanctuary from the ridicule of Woodside, perched as
far away as he could get from the rest of their miniature
civilization. He wasn’t sure he was willing to violate his space
with the presence of another, no matter how much he liked the fire
in her brown eyes. “Aren’t you supposed to be on bed rest or
something?”
    Remy looked suddenly uncomfortable and more
than a little annoyed. “Fuck bed rest, and fuck Dr. Rivers and his
fucking rules,” she muttered. “If he isn’t going to help me, then
I’m not going to make life easy on him.”
    Dominic couldn’t help but chuckle. “Have you
ever made life easy for anyone?” he asked. He didn’t wait for her
answer; he merely beckoned her to continue walking with him. “Come
on. Maybe I’ll cave and let you sit on the porch or something.”
    Remy grinned. “Well, that’s a start, at
least,” she agreed. “Eventually, I’ll negotiate myself into the
living room.”
    “You think.”
    He and Remy arrived at his house nearly ten
minutes later, sitting in its overgrown yard at the far end of the
block, underneath equally overgrown trees that shadowed the
dwelling from most of the sunlight. It was a reasonably plain
two-story, the white paint weather-beaten and starting to peel. The
windows on both floors had been boarded over. The front façade of
the house was unadorned, save for the word “traitor” that had been
spray painted across the door and the exterior siding in large and
looping red letters. He glanced at Remy as they drew closer, and he
felt suddenly self-conscious as she got a look at the vandalism. He
cursed himself for not painting over it, though he was sure that
he’d left it up in an effort to punish himself for being on the
wrong side of everything in Atlanta and for his misguided loyalty
to Alicia.
    “What happened here?” Remy asked, climbing
the front porch’s wooden steps for a closer