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when we find a place to stay for the night we’ll take turns keeping watch. One of us will always have to be awake for a while.”
       I’m the one who found Melanie and saw Clara huddled in the corner, covered in her blood… If these people even put off a weird vibe on the way to the car I’m telling Walt to drive away…
       As we sat at the entrance and waited to hear Brian start beeping the horn, I looked down at my stomach. The small “belly” I’d built up over the last few years was already shrinking away. Walt was always rather thin, and he was never a big eater, so I doubted he was even bothered by having to eat such a small amount of food every day.
       “So, I guess it’s a couple.”
       “Yeah… They’re just lucky that one of them didn’t have the gene. That’s probably the only reason they’re still alive.”
       Walt sighed. “Can you imagine that? Most people were probably killed by their own partners or family members… Children were killed by one of their parents – or even both… Remember? Jenny said children don’t turn.”
       “That’s why there aren’t really any survivors. Almost every home had at least one person with the gene.”
       “If Alex had come with me to your house that night – we might not be here right now.”
       “Maybe…”
       “The math suggests almost definitely.”
       I turned to Walt and thought I picked up a touch of sadness in his eyes. “I know I never said anything about it, but… I’m sorry about Alex.”
       “It’s okay, I barely even knew her, man.” He let out a single laugh through his nose. “She was kind of turning out to be a bitch anyway. I’ll be fine.”
       I struggled to hold back a smile for a few moments and then began to lightly laugh. “Oh, you remember that asshole Patrick we used to run into on the new construction jobs?”
       Walt scoffed “How could I forget? He used to call me rosy-cheeks and constantly talk shit to me because I was so young.”
       “Remember when he ratted us out for smoking on the job? I mean, the builder didn’t care, but still… No tears for that dick.”
       Walt frowned, looked at me from the corners of his eyes and said “I hope his wife turned while she was giving him a blowjob.”
       I wanted to say “Come on, that’s fucked up” but I couldn’t stop laughing.
       Suddenly, we heard the car horn start to blare. The laughter instantly ceased. I readied my rifle, and Walt took his foot off of the brake and headed for the third building. I said “Stop as soon as you round the second building. We have to make sure none of them notice us and break away. It’s getting pretty dark out… And whatever you do – don’t turn on the damn headlights.”
       “No shit.”
       “Had to say it.”
       Walt took his time coasting and slowly weaving around the cars in the middle of the road and half-way backed out of parking spots. It was difficult to look around at the half-dozen or more apartment buildings and think about the devastating number of people who were brutally killed in such a small area.
       I could see children’s bicycles near the front doors, along with toys and balls barely sticking up from the slowly overgrowing grass. My eye stopped at a knocked over baby carriage with double seats that was obviously meant for twins. It was halfway between someone’s doorstep and the cars. There wasn’t even an inch of fabric that lacked the stains of old blood.
       When I heard Walt speak, it brought me back to the front window of my house. I could almost see my hand in front of my face, spreading a small space in the blinds so I could fearfully peer out. Just like then, his voice was the only thing that could break me away from staring. “Should I wait another twenty seconds before I keep going?”
       I could hear the horn and the sounds of Brian and Jenny yelling moving further away as the seconds passed. They still seemed somewhat