exist. We talked about how many children we would have while thinking up the best names for them. We spoke about where it would be nice to go on a vacation. We pretended we were simply a love-struck couple with nothing to stop us from fulfilling our dreams. As the fire died down we told each other how much we loved the other before falling asleep in one another’s arms.
At around five in the morning Carmen screamed. I woke up instantly grasping for my pistol. The next thing I heard was not quite clear as it was spoken softly in a mumble. I could of sworn it sounded like she was saying something about not burying her body in the snow because she would probably come back to eat me for dinner. My heart slowed down and I put the gun back on the coffee table. She was obviously having a nightmare although I cannot recall her ever having one before. I tried to cuddle with her (hopefully reassuring her in the depths of her mind while dreaming). As soon as I touched her skin I could tell she was burning up with a fever. Needless to say I woke her the best I could. I gave her medicine to reduce fever. When that didn’t work I used several cases of bottled water to fill the tub. I undressed her physically putting her into it. I checked her fever with a thermometer which read a hundred and three.
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Regardless of the fact that I knew her illness was only going to get worse, around eight in the morning I grabbed the keys to my truck. Heading to the garage I took my automatic pistol, assault rifle, and a grenade (don’t even ask how I was able to obtain it). I also grabbed a small pack with water, first aid kit, and other various items just to be safe. Pressing the button to the automatic garage I remembered the generator was off (old habits I suppose). I lifted the door manually before driving to the main gate.
On the way into town I passed several of the Fallen which were even more terrifying to see in person than on the television. Most stood around or walked about at a slow pace. Others seemed to have some intelligence despite the fact they were not alive in the normal sense of the word. They would duck down beside a car or step into the shadows when they saw my truck (like secretly stalking prey from cover). The fact that they could also run was quite unsettling. I had assumed they would all walk around with their arms outstretched I suppose (like in the really old movies I watched as a kid). The streets were for the most part clear of cars as most stayed home after getting sick. I made my way to Drake pharmacy which was where I usually got prescriptions. The front entrance had already been broken into. I drove around the building several times to make sure none of the Fallen were lurking about. I backed up to the entrance blocking it off with the rear end of my truck leaving access only from the over the top of my tailgate. Grabbing the assault rifle I hopped quickly out of the truck and into the bed of the truck.
“Is anyone in there? I’m armed and coming in for an antibiotic for my wife. I’m not here to take anything else or cause any trouble.” I spoke into the seemingly empty store. I crawled over into the threshold finding bodied stacked in small piles lying about.
A deep gruff voice replied from somewhere inside, “See Danny in the back at the pharmacy. You better not cause any trouble. There are three of us watching you and will not hesitate to shoot you dead if you try anything funny.” The voice traveled down from the top of a nearby metal display rack.
I glanced up seeing that there were indeed three men with guns trained directly on me. Lowering my rifle I carefully made my way to the back trying not to give an impression that could be taken the wrong way. At the back of the store I found the pharmacy area completely secured with what appeared to be chicken wire and old fence posts. The only opening was a drop box that had been installed. A heavily muscled man which appeared slightly shorter than the