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wait for the next would-be attacker. He got up on his feet and started forward along the top of the wall, dangling the girl off one side as he went. Alicen screamed at the top of her lungs as the dead swiped at her legs. The boy managed to get out of the way before Chris barreled into him. One violent pull lifted Alicen up and over the wall between the break room and the open space. Chris let her go and she hit the break room floor with a hard thud . The boy leapt down after her as the wave of undead slammed into the wall trying to get through.
    Chris continued his hunched walk until he reached the outer hall then jumped down. The path to the stairwell door was clear, but the echo of the dead told him it wouldn’t be that way for long. He reached the stairwell door before the boy’s voice called after him. Chris turned to find the duo rushing in his direction.
    “Half of that is ours,” the girl said.
    Chris rolled his eyes. “I never said half,” he insisted. He eyed them until they reached the door, then he pulled it open and waved them through. “Fine,” he said, “…just go.”

 
    4.
     
    The air was bitterly cold and the clear blue sky brought little relief for those forced out in it. Winter would soon sweep in and cover the city in a thick blanket of snow. The thought of surviving the freezing temperatures that were sure to come was too hard to imagine without the comfort of a good heater. Scavenging for food was already difficult enough , but the addition of the imminent elements would no doubt starve out many before the infected or undead got hold of them.
    Most of Denver’s streets were converted graveyards, both for the uncountable vehicles lining the major roads, as well as the lifeless corpses littering the pavement. Survivors kept clear of open spaces as much as they could help it. Most made a safe space for themselves in houses, apartments or stores and shut themselves in until food and water became a need. The infection swept across the city so quickly that few had time to gather enough supplies to sustain them for very long. The survivors who did venture out didn’t last very long. It didn’t matter if it was the infected, the undead, or the roaming thugs that got hold of you, none offered a pleasant end.
    Chris hadn’t seen another survivor in over a month as best as his internal calendar could tell. The two who were currently walking in front of him were even more curious. He’d led them to a crowded parking lot several blocks south of the building they’d found one another in. He’d used the lot before. He slid open the side door of a tireless minivan and urged them in. The boy eyed him queerly before looking around at the surrounding vehicles. A few contained the blacked and bloated bodies of the dead, some of which were still moving.
    “Think of it as camouflage,” Chris explained the unasked question. “The zombies trapped in the cars seem to tell the infected that there’s nothing to see here.”
    Alicen glanced at the boy and he nodded. The two climbed in and Chris followed, sliding the door closed behind them. The middle seats were missing, leaving a wide open space on the floor between the front seat and the rear. Chris sat down, crossed his legs and set the bag of snacks down between them. He reached around the front passenger seat and dug through a pile of trash on the floorboard, pulling back a backpack.
    “Knew I’d need this again,” he said. He turned over the bag of snacks and poured the contents out on the floor. The group took in the sight like a pack of hungry w olves. “You two going to sit?”
    The kids were still hunched over near the rear row of seats, unsure of their place. They sat down together and huddled close to one another, their eyes locking on the treasure of food on the ground.
    “I heard you call her Alicen, you got a name?”
    The boy tore his stare away from the candy bars and chip bags long enough to make eye contact with Chris.
    “Jake, Jake