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this stage, the official word was “infected”. Nobody could admit that actual corpses were killing people.
    How did this happen? Why didn't they warn us?
    It felt surreal to sit and watch the world burn. They had already lost loved ones. Millions more were dead or dying. What were the odds of them surviving? Two women and a little girl?
    “Well, we can't stay here. The streets are overrun with those things,” Morgan said.
    “But where would we go?”
    “I don't know. Somewhere outside of town. A guest house or a farm?”
    After that, they attempted to call the rest of their family and friends but none of the phones worked.
    They even tried to contact Morgan’s younger brother, Max. He was stationed in Upington with the military but they couldn't reach him and they left a note stuck to the fridge, instead.
    Morgan's other sister, Lilian, lived in Johannesburg with her husband and two small children. Although Julianne said nothing to Morgan, she feared for them, living as they did in the center of a metropolitan city.
    I can only imagine what the cities must look like.
    The only other family they had were distant cousins, none of whom were close. They had friends here whom Julianne hoped were safe but couldn't afford to think of right now.
    She dressed Meghan in jeans, t-shirt, and tackies, tying her hair back in a ponytail.
    She looks just like me.
    Small and delicate with blue-gray eyes and blond hair that curls.
    Lillian took after me too.
    She took a Tinker Bell backpack and stuffed it with Meghan's favorite toys and handed it to Meghan. “Be brave, sweetheart. No more tears.”
    “Okay.” The little girl clutched the backpack and sat down on her bed.
    After kissing her head, Julianne got up and continued. She packed as many clothes as possible, focusing on the practical and sturdy. Towels and toiletries filled another bag, and she dusted off her old first aid kit, filling it up with all the medicine she had in the house.
    Morgan posed a problem in her pajamas. Although they were both slim, Morgan was taller and more muscular. Finally, in the spare bedroom, she found old horse riding clothes of Morgan's which still fit.
    Kitted out in black tights, knee-high boots, and a navy t-shirt she looked beautiful, taking more after her father than her with thick brown hair, tanned skin, and large greenish-gold eyes. Her mouth was set in a determined line. For once, she looked like the confident, strong woman Julianne knew her to be.
    “I'm proud of you, you know? You showed a lot of guts today,” Julianne said.
    “You think so? I don't know.” She shrugged and averted her eyes. “At least, you had the courage to give Dad peace. I left Brian like that.”
    “Don't be too hard on yourself. You did the best you could, sweetheart.”
    “Maybe.”
    They packed food, water, batteries, flashlights, and bedding. They loaded their supplies into the back of the Ford, keeping a careful eye out for infected. It looked like Morgan had cleared out the street earlier, and it was quiet for the moment.
    To Julianne, it felt like a part of her life was ending. Watching John die and then killing his re-animated corpse was the stuff of nightmares. She could tell Morgan was struggling too, but they both tried to hold it together for Meghan's sake. The little girl was tearful and confused, asking constantly for her Daddy. Julianne had no idea what to tell her.
    She pulled on a pair of beige cargo pants and a white t-shirt. With her hair pulled back into a ponytail, she gazed at her reflection in the mirror. No traces of the earlier tragedy showed in her eyes, which surprised her.
    I should look different.
    She went to the safe and found a small holster she attached to her belt and tucked in the little pistol after reloading it. She gave John's 9mm with its holster and belt to Morgan.
    “Time to say goodbye,” Morgan said.
    John and Sarah lay side by side on the grass where Morgan had left them, covered in sheets.
    Julianne stared at