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says finally after the millionth time he’s checked it.
    “I’ll go upstairs and look out the window and see what’s happening,” Ryan promises as he stands and stretches, his muscles popping loudly in the silent room. We had even let the fire go out. We were afraid that the smoke was what gave away our position in the first place.
    “I’ll come with you.” Megan volunteers as she begins to stand up, but Ryan shakes his head.
    “No, you’re are the only one that knows how to fire a gun other than me. You need to stay down here just in case anything gets in.”
    My stomach jumps at the idea of a zombie getting in. I’ve been thinking about this scenario all night, but Ryan mentioning it sets it off the panic in my head again.
    “I’ll take Jane,” Ryan surprises me by saying, and I glance up incredulously.
    “Me?” I ask, not sure I heard him right.
    “You’re the only one here named Jane,” he says a bit rudely in return, and I choose to ignore it.
    “Alright,” I mutter as I climb to my feet.
    Ryan is over at the doorway that leads to the upstairs, and I stumble over something as I join him. I catch myself just in time to keep from falling flat on my face and making him think I’m an even bigger loser than he already does.
    “Careful,” he warns, and I make a small sound of irritation in the back of my throat.
    The stairway is completely windowless and dark, though there are windows upstairs, I comfort myself with the thought. The stairs are old and creaky, and each sound about gives me a stroke as I try my best to be quiet. We reach the top of the stairs, and Ryan chooses the bedroom that looks out over the front of the house where we have parked the vehicles.
    We walk softly across the old shag carpet, being careful to stay out of the window’s view. We arrive across the room on either side of the window and slowly peek out. My heart stutters, there are at least twenty zombies outside, swarming mindlessly around the yard. A few of them loiter around the car in their tattered clothing and loose hanging skin, some with their innards trailing out and being mashed beneath the feet of their clumsy brethren. Their skin has turned a sickening greenish-white and is beginning to peel.
    “Oh God.”
    Ryan looks over at me when I speak, “It’s okay. We can manage this.”
    I shake my head, not sure how.
    He turns and we head back downstairs.
    “There are at least twenty.” I tell the other two girls, and even Abby shows a bit of emotion and lets out a small whimper.
    “What are they doing out there?” Megan asks.
    I shrug, “Just kind of wandering around. It’s almost like they know we’re here somewhere, but they don’t know where.”
    Ryan nods. “It’s weird they would just gather here for no reason.” He looks at us all staring back at him, waiting for him to make the next move. “We need to pack up and be ready to run.”
    I don’t like that idea at all.
    “We can go out on the roof and try and take out as many as we can. The gunfire might bring more of them here, but if we’re quick we can be away before that happens.”
    He looks over at Megan, “Are you as good with that gun as I think?”
    Megan flashes him a small grin. “I am,” she says.
    Ryan smiles back.
    “I could use the help,” Ryan admits.
    Megan nods and pulls her gun from behind the pillow where she was sleeping. I watch her click the safety off with wide eyes.
    “You two pack up whatever we can easily carry and run with, and wait for us. If any of them break in, run upstairs to us.”
    I look over at Abby, and she’s staring at the floor. “Okay,” I say when it’s clear Abby isn’t going to say anything.
    Ryan nods at me before motioning for Megan to follow him. He stops and grabs a handful of ammo clips from the small pile he kept back. The rest is outside, divided between the old pick-up truck and our suburban.
    I can hear their footsteps as they climb the stairs. My nerves feel frayed beyond belief. I turn