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talk to any of us, she just shakes her head. I stare at her shaking figure on the couch, and a terrible fear begins to creep over me. It’s a fear that she no longer has the will to live, or even try to survive. We eat in the living room around the wood stove, the heat from the stove is nice. As soon as I walk into the kitchen to put the plates away, I can feel the nip in the air of the unheated section of house.
    “I’ll take the first watch,” Megan volunteers, surprising me again at how smart she is for just being a kid like me.
    Foolishly, I hadn’t even thought of it, and I probably wouldn’t have either.
    Ryan agrees and lays down on one of the mattresses that Megan and I helped him drag into the room. He thought it would be safer if we were all together, and around the warm fire seemed like the logical place to be. It isn’t that late, but without TV, internet or even electricity, there isn’t much to do except turn in early.
    I look over at where Abby is feigning sleep on the couch and grab a blanket to cover her up before stumbling across to the other mattress and laying down. I didn’t think I would be able to sleep, but the emotional toll of the day and the abundance of adrenaline that’s been pumping through my system non-stop puts me right to sleep.
    I wake up, and I’m not sure what time it is. Everything is dark. I can hear furious whispering going on beside me, and I squint through the dark to see Megan and Ryan with their heads bent together.
    “What’s going on?” I ask.
    I’m instantly shushed by Megan. “They’re outside.”
    I don’t have to ask who they are. “How many are there?” I whisper.
    They both shake their heads.
    “It’s too hard to tell in the dark,” Ryan answers, and it is not reassuring.
    “What are we going to do?” I am already having terrible visions of those things bursting through the door and tearing at my flesh.
    “We wait till morning, and hope they go away,” Ryan answers back with a grim look on his face.
    I stare at him like he’s crazy. I can hear them now, the loud moans echo through the still night air, and my heart beats so fast that it actually hurts inside my chest.
    Abby is awake now, too, and is sitting up on the couch, staring at us across the room. In the semi-darkness, she looks a bit like a zombie. She’s heard the entire conversation, but she doesn’t look like she even cares. I am half-tempted to get up and slap her as hard as I can to see if she can even feel anything anymore.
    I look away from my best friend on the couch as Megan comes and sits beside me. Her presence isn’t reassuring, but at least she’s another living person who wants to survive the night.
    We all freeze when we hear clawing sounds on the outside of the house. I open my mouth and think about screaming, but Ryan is beside me in a flash and clamps his hands over my mouth.
    “If you scream, we will die,” he whispers the warning sternly in my ear.
    My eyes go wide and I begin to hyperventilate around his hand. He pulls me into his chest so that my sounds are muffled against his shirt, and I let myself breathe in his scent. Strangely, it helps relax me a bit.
    “Take it easy,” he warns me before slowly taking his hand off my mouth. “I get that you need to break down and freak out, but now is not the time.”
    I nod.
    He gives me a supportive pat on the back before getting up and listening hard at the living room window. Megan squeezes my hand, and I squeeze back as I strain my own ears, trying to listen. It sounds like the moans of a hundred zombies outside, and in the darkness my imagination runs wild.
    It’s a long few hours until dawn begins to light up the sky, streak by slow streak of light. We sit, barely even breathing and definitely not moving while we listen to the moans outside the house. The windows are covered, but Ryan has a watch on his wrist and keeps checking the time. “It should be light enough to see what’s going on outside now,” he