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the bodies. Tears welled up and she let them flow, allowing herself the luxury of grief. Meghan was crying too while Princess whined at their feet.
    “This is so hard,” Julianne sobbed.
    Morgan placed an arm around her shoulder and squeezed. “I’m sorry, Mom.”
    “I miss him already,” Julianne added. “Why did this happen? Why him?”
    “I don’t know.”
    “And Sarah…What about her family?”
    Morgan sighed. After a few more seconds she cleared her throat. “We’ve got to go now, Mom. It’s not safe here.”
    Julianne nodded.
    After one last look around the house, she walked out, leaving a lifetime of memories behind. Locking the door, Julianne tucked the key under the mat and strode along the path, brushing her fingers over the rosebushes she had spent years cultivating.
    It's only temporary.
    Silent tears trickled down her cheeks as they reversed out of the driveway. She watched her house getting smaller in the rear-view mirror.
    Julianne navigated the outskirts of Riebeeckstad, taking in the sights of horror meeting her eyes everywhere. Meghan crouched inside the foot well with Princess, trying her best to ignore the sounds outside.
    “Don't worry, baby. Mommy won't let anything happen to you,” Julianne soothed.
    Morgan suggested they drive past the homes of friends, but they saw no one they knew, neither dead nor alive.
    Julianne didn’t dare stop anywhere for long. The first time she tried, a mob of infected swamped the car. They beat on the windows with their fists, growling and screeching, frantic to get to the warm, living flesh inside.
    Julianne panicked and jammed her foot on the accelerator, nearly crashing into a signpost. Meghan screamed shrilly in the back while Morgan clutched the dash, her knuckles white with the effort.
    Julianne reversed, crunching over several infected, then raced up the street away from danger.
    “Let’s not do that again,” Julianne said once they all calmed down.
    Morgan bobbed her head up and down. “Agreed.”
    Only as they approached the house of Brian's mother did they get their first break. Brian's dad had passed away three years before but his mother, Joanna, still lived. They inspected the yard and blew the hooter.
    Much to their surprise, the curtains in the main bedroom's window swept aside, and the frightened face of Joanna peeked out. After a careful look around, Morgan slid out of the car, holding her gun. She ran over, and they exchanged a hurried conversation.
    “She's coming. I told her to pack a bag with the essentials,” Morgan explained as she slid back into her seat. “Let's keep an eye out for danger.”
    “I hope she hurries,” Julianne replied.
    The minutes ticked by, their impatience growing. Julianne's head swiveled, paranoia consuming her every thought.
    This is dangerous.
    Meghan whimpered in the footwell and Princess barked for the hundredth time. “Shut up, Princess,” Julianne hissed, nerves making her short-tempered.
    Meghan's face crumpled.
    “Oh, God. I'm sorry, baby. Please, be quiet,” she whispered before rounding on Morgan. “What the hell is taking her so long?”
    Morgan shrugged. “No idea. She always does this. She'll be late for her own funeral one day.”
    “Well, this might be the day because if the zombies don't kill her, I will.”
    After an eternity, Joanna appeared around the corner dragging a huge suitcase far too heavy for her slender arms. She was dressed in her best, done up with perfectly coiffed hair and high heels.
    “Oh, for goodness sake. Does she have feathers for brains?” Morgan swore, slipping out to help. She grabbed the suitcase and an indignant Joanna, heaving both into the back of the Ford.
    Out of the corner of her eyes, Julianne saw an infected racing across the lawn, heading straight for Morgan.
    “Get in now!” she screamed, shifting into reverse.
    Morgan dove inside, and they pulled out the driveway. This time, Julianne didn't stop until they were well outside of