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see my daughters unbearable.<br />
Another man, a head taller than everyone but Bryce, climbed from the backseat. He scanned the<br />
house with wary eyes, making me feel on edge. He was different than the others. He moved<br />
differently, and his eyes took in everything.<br />
“Where’ve you been” Stanley said.<br />
Miranda’s face turned instantly annoyed. “She made us wait at the corner by the water tower. I<br />
finally got her to agree to let us leave at dark.”<br />
Stanley’s head jerked to look at Ashley. “I told you I would meet you here,” he scolded. “It made<br />
more sense for us to cut across. Why would you wait at the road Are you nuts”<br />
More tears spilled down Ashley’s <strong>red</strong> cheeks.<br />
Miranda raised an eyebrow. “That’s what I told her. We could have been here with Dad and not<br />
listening to Zoe freak out for the last four hours!”<br />
Nate hugged his daughter tighter.<br />
The man with no name smirked. He towe<strong>red</strong> over most of the others. Just the sight of him made my<br />
fingers grasp my rifle tighter. His chest bulged from his white T-shirt, which was speckled with<br />
blood. The <strong>red</strong> stains were spatte<strong>red</strong> down his jeans, too, varying from specks to large splotches.<br />
“Are you just getting here” He clearly wasn’t impressed with their time.<br />
Stanley nodded to the top of the <strong>hill</strong> and the mess of bodies in the yard. “It’s not a straight shot, and<br />
we had company. We ran into <strong>hill</strong>s, and a creek. It was rough going. We tried leading the ones that<br />
caught up to us away from the house, but then ran into more. And Nathan had to rest a few times.”<br />
Oh. His name was Nathan. That fit him better, anyway.<br />
“Where are you guys coming from” I asked.<br />
Nathan paused from whispering things into his daughter’s ear. “Shallot. It’s about ten miles straight<br />
across.”<br />
I glanced around, grabbed the flashlight from Nathan, and jogged out to the fishing line. The<br />
shufflers had pulled it loose and a few sections were lying on the ground. I pulled the line from the<br />
some of the shufflers’ decaying ankles and then rewrapped it around the stakes, pulling them taut.<br />
Pulling the downed shufflers into the field and burning them crossed my mind, but it was nearly<br />
dark. Resigned to leave it until the next day, I joined the others inside the house.<br />
Miranda met me at the door. “Where is my dad”<br />
I glanced at Ashley. The sisters had already been through hell, and I hated to make it worse. I just<br />
shook my head a little, unable to say the words.<br />
Miranda lowe<strong>red</strong> her chin. “What”<br />
“When I got here, he was . . . Leah had . . . I buried them. By the tree.”<br />
Miranda turned on her heels, ran through the living room and kitchen into the laundry room, and<br />
pushed out the storm door. Bryce followed her. I walked over to the window and pee<strong>red</strong> between the<br />
wooden slats. Miranda fell on her knees and cove<strong>red</strong> her face; Bryce began to touch her face, but then<br />
acted like he couldn’t decide where to place his hand, finally settling on his neck. He paced back and<br />
forth, offering words of comfort.<br />
Ashley was sniffing and crying quietly, most likely already cried out for the day.