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    “Sully.” I whispered, looking into his eyes in the near blackness. “Go to bed. I’ll be fine.”
    “No.” He protested.
    “Fine. I’ll patrol in here.” I gave up. “You really are an arrogant punk you know that, right?”
    He smirked at me.
    “Go. To. Bed.” I ordered.
    “Fine, fine.” He said, and returned to his bunk for the night.
    “And if I see you out here again for any other reason than to go to the bathroom, I will whack you with a spoon.” I whispered after him.
    “You know, we can hear you guys.” Dean called from the depths of his bed.
    “Well, excuse me princess.” I said. “Shut the hell up, go to sleep, and I won’t ‘accidently’ shoot you for annoying me.”
    “Shouldn’t I be the one shooting you for annoying me?” He asked.
    “Go to sleep!” Billie snapped.
    When everyone was finally quiet, and the only sound was the heavy, peaceful breathing of my friends, I tip toed to the back and gazed out of the window, searching every inch I could see for signs of the undead. I continued searching all night, going from window to window as the guys slept on. I was tired, but the memory of what had conspired earlier that day shattered any hope of tranquility. Normally, I was a night owl, flourishing when I was alone in the dark. Tonight, I was a tightly wound ball of nerves, tears springing to my eyes when I realized, once again, that I had been shooting people. Real people, not just the mindless zombies Hollywood had made them out to be. Sure, they were decaying, but they could think, damn it!
    I made my way to the back of the RV again and stared out the window at the rising sun. The sky was a soft shade of blue with delicate pink escaping from the horizon. Something moved just out of sight in the grass, startling me. Pulling the window open as slowly and silently as I could, I rested the barrel of my rifle on the sill, balancing it. Whatever it was moved again, coming closer, making the grass sway.
     
     
     
    Chapter three
     
    I activated the laser sight and trained it on the spot the thing would be coming out of. It moved even closer, hesitating just outside of my view. The grass rustled softly for a moment, and a striped, mangy looking cat slinked onto the road, staring at me like I was crazy. Maybe I was crazy. Who freaking cared anymore? I debated briefly on whether or not I should shoot it to have for breakfast, but thought better of it. The thing didn’t look too healthy.
    Billie yawned and pulled herself out of bed, stretching. “Anything interesting happen?” She asked.
    “Oh yeah, big, amazing stuff. I saw a cat.”
    “A cat?” She repeated.
    “And not just any cat. It was the size of a grizzly bear.” I joked.
    She froze momentarily, stunned, and then laughed. “Good one.” She said and walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind her with her foot. She came out five minutes later, fresh faced. “Toilet is kinda rudimentary, but god, it’s so good to have a bathroom again!” She smiled down at me.
    “Awesome.” Was all I could reply.
    We prodded the boys awake and I slipped my pistol under the pillow of the only bunk that hadn’t been occupied.
    “All right you crazy kids, you know the rules. I’m going to get some sleep.” I yawned. Dean rolled his eyes and plunked down in the front passenger seat, Sully sliding in behind the wheel.
    I had almost suggested that Billie drive, when I remember that time we let her drive the minivan, crashing into a tree shortly thereafter, and slammed my mouth shut. I still ached to have Sullys’ arms around me, but I wasn’t going to risk our lives for a bit of comfort. Instead, I nestled myself under the blankets, shutting the light out with the curtains. Eventually the gentle motion of the RV rocked me to sleep.
    I was a child again, maybe seven or eight years old, sitting on my fathers’ lap in our hunting cabin while my mother cooked dinner.
    “But Daddy, I don’t want to shoot Bambie’s daddy” I