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look that close. A few corpses were ambling around, but nothing like I’d expected to see in a town<br />
overrun. Maybe they had gotten out.<br />
The Toyota ahead of me slowed to a stop. I wasn’t sure what to do. In the rearview mirror, the<br />
pickup stopped, too, maybe a hund<strong>red</strong> yards back. I waited for a moment, and then glanced around,<br />
hoping for an answer.<br />
I had several all in one second.<br />
The church on the corner was surrounded by reanimated corpses. Women, men . . . and children.<br />
Some with torn, bloody clothes, some I couldn’t tell had been wounded at all, but I could see from the<br />
road that they all sha<strong>red</strong> the same milky-white eyes. I shutte<strong>red</strong> at the sight, feeling more desperate to<br />
get going.<br />
The dead were banging on the boarded windows and the doors. They moved sluggishly and<br />
clumsily, but fervently. They were hungry. A vertical trail of bright-<strong>red</strong> blood was on the west wall.<br />
Someone wounded had crawled to the upper level. The mob seemed to be drawn to it.<br />
I understood then why the Toyota had stopped. There were people inside. They’d holed up in the<br />
church, and probably had nowhere to go.<br />
“Don’t be stupid,” I said quietly. “Not with that baby in the car.”<br />
The Toyota horn beeped once, and then again, getting the attention of a few of the bloody corpses<br />
pounding on the front doors of the church. The horn beeped a couple more times, and then the driver’s<br />
side door popped open, and a man stepped out, waving his arms.<br />
“Hey!” he yelled to the corpses. “This way! Come over here!”<br />
A few more turned in his direction, and then immediately stopped their plight to make a lumbering,<br />
slow journey to the road. Their shuffling caught the attention of more, and then a whole section of<br />
them broke away from the church to trudge in our direction.<br />
“Shit,” I said, my eyes darting between the corpses and the Toyota. I honked several times, too.<br />
“Get in the car. Get in the car!” I yelled the last words, banging my palms against the steering wheel.<br />
The man jumped up and down a few more times.<br />
“Get in, John! Get in!” his wife screamed, leaning over the console and grabbing for him.<br />
John jumped back in, and pulled away quickly. I followed close behind, my heart thumping in my<br />
chest as I passed the approaching corpses safely.<br />
A dozen or more appea<strong>red</strong> in my rearview mirror, and then I saw several people—alive people—<br />
dart across the street. The green pickup was still a block away from the church, waiting for<br />
something.<br />
My heart never settled down after we left Fairview. I was just that much closer to my children, and<br />
closer to the obstacles I would likely face to get to them, closer to knowing if they were alive.<br />
Tears streamed down my face as we approached the overpass that would bring us into the edge of<br />
my hometown. At first, it didn’t faze me that there were army reserve vehicles of every shape and size<br />
parked at the mouth of the overpass. I was too distracted by the mess of vehicles on the interstate<br />
below.<br />
“Jesus,” I breathed.<br />
It was as I had fea<strong>red</strong>. Multiple-car pileups and stalled vehicles. Some people were standing